Downhill

I'm so mad! Everyone just shut up, I need to think. There's too much stress! My whole body shakes. Too many thoughts at just one time. Will it ever go away? I want to make it all stop, the pain, the hurt, the emptiness, all the emotions. I can hear my heart in my ears, so loud! It's like a drum pounding. I've got! I know how to fix it. Make all the verbal stabs from friends and enemies at school just go away, make his hands not touch me anymore, his anger not crack my skull. I've got the plan...but am I brave enough to go through with it? No! I can't think, just do it. Keep walking down the hallway...one foot in front of the other...keep going. Finally I reach my destination. Shut the door. Lock it. Mommy's scared now, she must be joking because she really doesn't care. Don't listen to her panicked cries, her tiny hands pounding on the door, she is only doing it because she has to. Your her daughter so she is obligated to do it. Open the bottle... grab a handful. Ignore her faked panic cries as you swallow. It will all be over soon.

But it was just the beginning...

(this is part one, e-mail me so I know if I need to submit part two. Crazy_in_luv042004@yahoo.com)