As I walk through the corridor the eyes of my peers attach to me and leech off my pain. They need my misery to complete their day. The comments and insult they shoot at me feel like sand whipping at you in the wind. My heart breaks as I hurry to the bathroom to lock myself in to cry. I await quiet to leave and conquer the hallways. I walk into the room, and they're waiting for me. I can't take it any longer. I run home and slice my wrists and watch the crimson blood pour. I load the gun my father used to hunt. I point. and pull the trigger.