The End of The Line

I never given much thought to how I would die...

I'm 16 years old, and I'm miserable.
I don't have friends in school, because everyone thinks I'm a freak.
They laugh because the way I dress, the stuff I talk and they simple laugh at me.
I've been having this since 9th grade, and I can't stand it anymore, this needs to end.


I wake up in the morning and go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
Get dressed, grab my books and walk out of the door.
I get into the school bus and the hell begins.
They're laughing at me.
They call me names, ugly names.
I see the girl I love, in the last row and she's staring at me, I can't understand what are those feeling she's pouring out of her eyes.
I get to school and go to class.
At lunch, they laugh at me again, they throw me food, and a girl pour milk in my hair.
They make me trip and fall on the ground.
They laugh harder.
I run away.
In the hall I'm in front of her, I give her a flower and tell her to call me.
She takes the flower and dumps it in the trash can, and said that she will never date such an ugly person.
School is over.
I get home, have dinner.
Close to midnight, I kiss my mom, tell her I love her.
Hug my dad and say goodbye.
I tuck my little sister in bed.
I go out to the street.
I roam and roam in the dark of the night.
When my school comes to view andI hurry.
When I get in I take out the gun in my bag and say my last goodbyes and for the last time I watch where I suffered the most.
I put the gun in my head, close my eyes and pull the trigger.
I never given much thought to how I would die...
But my life was never the same.

- Rita <3