'You're nothing' The words rang in my ears as I ran into my house from the bus stop when I was 14.
'You say you're smart, we say you're a cheat.' Only because I was two grades ahead of my age.
'Why don't you go kill yourself? No one will care.'
Why don't I?
Why can't I when I try?
I've tried four times to die... each time I fail.
I've tried to drown, hang, poison, and stab myself.
Each time I failed.
Each time left a scar.
My scars showed at school, they all mocked me.
'Immune to hanging, Corpse?'
'Try to burn, let's see if she's a witch.'
I pretend I don't hear them.
'She's nothing, and you only amount to what you are.'
I lashed out. The school had said that they care and they will take care of it. Was that how they handled it?
They only talked for a minute, gave them one bad grade, and let them go.
Corpse. Corpse was my nickname for years because of the scars and my pale face.
'Corpse, she just won't die! I wish she would.' my fake friend had said only a few days after I started to trust her.
I heard everything. I left. I ran.
I went to a free school, a better school.
I learned to ignore my troubling thoughts.... for a little while.
But they still come back.
They still haunt me.