Chapter11

#Chapter11

Walking the halls was becoming more and more unbearable as every time I was there, Jiro and his guys would be stood by my locker waiting to harass me upon my arrival. Things were getting more and more out of hand and I suddenly shunned myself for not jumping out that window but the thought of death terrified me. It wasn’t dying itself that scared me, it was the unknown, the void that came afterwards that chilled me to the bone. I was afraid of what would come after, if there was anything after death. What if I became a ghost and was stuck on this Earth? Seeing the same people who caused my suicide living on and enjoying their lives while I’m just merely a phantom.

No. Suicide wasn’t my first option. Maybe in a months time, they’d get bored of me and they’d find something new to toy with. I had to find one way or another to feed myself a fantasy of being free from the constant shards of glass that I was walking on on a daily basis.