James

James walked down the hallway at his school, troubled by all that was going on around him. People staring, some even pointed. Most were just in awe. In awe that an average teenage boy would slit his wrists at school, and then walk out to die in the hallway. Kids started running around screaming, trying to get away as they saw the blood soak through his long sleeved shirt, as it ran down his hands and dripped to the floor. The school nurse and the principal came running up to him, asking him what was wrong. The principal held him in his arms, and the only response James gave right before his death was what seemed like an attempt at a laugh. James went limp in the principal’s arms about the time the ambulance arrived to take him away.
For months, kids at school had been making fun of him, teasing him about his problems. His dad had sexually molested him as a child, his mom had drinking problems and often times beat him after she had come home from a night of drinking. He had started to see the school counselor nearly every day now. She suggested that he see a counselor outside of school, but his parents refused to send him to one for fear that they might go to jail. Now look where that got him, bleeding to death in the hallway of his school. He was so happy to get away…so happy to finally be free.