Oh God! I wonder how long it’s going to take to heal this time. There’s nothing worse then going back into school with your eye swollen to the size of a golf ball. I can’t stay at home. No in fact, I wouldn’t dare. I’d rather faces the accusing stares of people who walk past me wondering what had happened to me than stay at home with him! What HAD happen to me? I can’t tell them, id been beaten up by my overly drunken lazy bum of a step-dad. I don’t need more problems. Perhaps I should bunk. Nah, the last time I did, my nosy-ass form tutor felt it necessary to check up on me. ‘Been away too much’ she said over the phone to him. ‘Starting to worry about her’. What a fuckin’ lie! ‘Worry about me’ my ass. More like worried she won’t be satisfied with the fact that she has no one else to pick on but me.
Hmm…a lie. A lie should deal with it. Lies. Lies. Lies. What should I say this time? Got into a fight? Na. Don’t need jeering faces as if I told them I walked into a lamppost! Screw this. (Sighs) I wish my real dad were here. Or do I? How would I know? I know absolutely nothing about him. He just up and left like that when I was born. Leaving mother and me. Alone. She used the excuse that he was dead until I found out he was in jail for murder. Life sentence. Dead. Ha! I wish I was dead! Dead seems like such a nice comforting word right now. I’d most probably have to endure a LOT less pain than now. A lot less shit. Better for me. Better for mother. Better for everyone. No one really appreciated my existence in this world. I was an accident. I wish that were a figure of speech. She even told me - I just stood there and stared in disbelief, anger and anguish that day. The bitch couldn’t even hold her tongue!
(Tear rolls down cheek)
Well mistakes could easily be solved. I wasn’t meant to be here, so I’ll erase my self. Like pencil lead of my mother’s white paper. I’ve always contemplated suicide. So many unwritten plans for it. Well, seems as though it’s time for me to execute my plan. The worlds better of without me anyway, and quite frankly I’m better off without the world too. It won’t miss me, and I wont miss it.
Where’s my Swiss? (Looks around for her Swiss knife)
Ah. (Finds it) there you are. You’ve always proved useless ‘til now.
(Opens it up to reveal a sharp knife) The irony, my mother gave me this, she said, maybe some day it will be useful in a life or death situation. Ha! Life or death, I wonder, was she planning on me using it for death? Maybe. Maybe not. Good-bye, cruel world. Cruel mother. Cruel stepfather.
She slashes her wrists and watches the blood pour out. Heh. Crimson is my new favourite colour.
End