I got stuck in detention. Why? Because the horrible girl from earlier blamed me for something I didn't do. The people here are so ruthless sometimes. She accused me of bringing gum inside the classroom and chewing it. I wasn't chewing gum I was chewing a therapy 'blob'. It was basically just a mix of a bunch of non-poisonous material that you can chew over and over again in your mouth. It isn't gum. Sadly, that old hag of a teacher believed her and here I am stuck in detention uselessly doing nothing. Well, I wouldn't say that. I was counting the dots on the ceiling. I see someone stumble in and briefly look up from my desk. Oh, it was just her again. What did she do to get into detention? "Hello! I'm here for detention!" The teacher looked up from whatever romance novel she was reading. "Yes? Where's your detention slip?"
"Oh, we have to get one of those?"
"You're not really in detention are you?"
"Not yet." She rummages through her backpack, takes out a pack of gum that she had been saving for after school most likely, and begins chewing a piece. With the gum in her mouth, she mumbled, "Gum ishtnt ouwd in school, reit?" The teacher shakes her head in disbelief and marks her down for detention that afternoon. I heard her say under her breath, "When I was a kid I wanted out of detention. Kids nowadays want in."
Skye sits next to me in the room and when the teacher goes back to her novel quietly passes me a note. HIYO! How's it going?
Eh, fine I guess. Why the heck are you trying to get yourself in detention?
Better than dealing with the evil world.
What's wrong with the world?
Oh, a bunch! An hour of note-passing goes by, and honestly, I learned more about a person in that conversation than I ever have in my entire life. Heck, I found out things about myself I never even know. For example, I had no clue that I liked a specific color. I just assumed black as a color, but I suppose at a time when my brother was here I did love the color blue. That's when the detention teacher cleared her throat to signify that we needed to leave. I walk out of the room and out the school and I receive vibrations from my pocket. I realized that my mom was calling me. "Hey, I got to take this call. Catch you tomorrow?"
"Yeah totally!" She walks off leaving it with just me and my phone. I pick up the call and wait for my mom to scream at me for detention... but I hear nothing. "Hello? Mom?"
"Is this Mr. Raiza speaking? Son of Amanda Raiza?"
"That's me... may I ask who you are and what you're doing with my mom's phone?"
"I'm so sorry. I don't know how to tell you this. Your mom.... She's-"
"Who are you again?"
"She needs you."
"H-how bad exactly?"
"Sir, you need to get to the hospital, your mom requests. I-" I hang up. I can't continue living like this, I can't continue with a cursed family. What immortal being decided that they were going to make my life a living nightmare?! What immortal being wants me to continue living on in this horrible manner? 'Everything has a reason'? Complete and utter bull. You can end it. What... what could I have ended? What was that minuscule voice inside my head telling me? This life, this horror, this curse, this manner, everything. You know you can, you can end it. I could, I could end it all. I could give my mother some peace of mind and maybe some peace for myself too. An easy death, hard life, a horrible yet perfect way to die. It's when I knew exactly what I had to do.
Just in the back alleyway behind the school, I'm extremely happy no drug dealers came by my area. I did happen to find one piece of paper, though. Should I? Yes, I needed to give my mom at least some peace of mind, so that she knows that I didn't die because of her. It was the first time in 5 years that I could finally feel the words begin to flow on paper. I began to write, rapidly, quickly, thinking about a few moments. What was the rush? I didn't have a mother to go home to. I'm interrupted just as I'm writing the last line, getting ready to use the knife I saw glimmering on the side of the road.
One last word, before I can leave this cursed life. It's when I heard a scream from behind me. I drop the knife in my haste, and it rolls away, I can no longer see it. When I turned around, I'm shocked to realize that it was Skye standing there in shock with tears covering her face. She walks up and slaps me. "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!"
What the heck!
"YOU TRIED TO KILL YOURSELF!"
You wouldn't understand!
"Do you honestly think that my life is perfect? That I've never had a single problem I've ever encountered?"
Yes, that's all of your lives. Not a single fault in the world you guys will ever have.
"What do you mean 'you guys.'"
You know, those who have it all but refuse to admit it.
"I could've been through more than you! I've lived through bullying, even violence of the bullies. I've been hit, kicked, punched, put down. I have a divorced, deaf mom who's barely surviving as she gives me all the money so that I can have a good education with all the supplies, so I can eat. I went through a time in my childhood where I thought my father was dead when I realized my mother was a giant liar. I have had my brother killed in a car accident and my sister killed by her own self. So don't you tell me that I have it all, that I've got it made? Because I DON'T. We all have horribly wrong lives, we all have curses placed on us and our ups and downs. It's just you that can't deal with it. I have my own problems, but I took yours upon me too. So don't you push me away or scream at me when I'm saving you." I stared at her in silence, not knowing what to say or whether I should even say anything. I'm sorry.
"Are you really?" I just stare at her in silence. "I- Why? Why now? You had so many opportunities before this and you just now decide you can't take it anymore." I felt something, something digging into my back, my skin being pierced. Skye...
"What is it no- oh my god, Michael jump away!"
Hospital. I managed to sign that last word, but then I collapsed onto the road. I see a man behind me, that's all I could really make out. I see another person taking out that man. I see my blood dripping down the alley. Pitch. Black. Darkness.