What Have I Done?
By: Me
When I go to school, I sit alone on my own. Trying to slip silently through calsses, but every
class some trips me or kicks me or, in the last class a prep even cut my knee. He just laughed and showed off his knife happy
with glee... I couldn't take it! They always did this to me. I'd sit down and ignore them, but their laughing just stung me.
The next day I woke up. Blood cold and stiff faced. I bitched out my mom, she didn't like
how i dressed, "why not your usual? a white shirt and blue pants?" With my sagging black jeans and black makeuped face. It
scared everyone away. I was mad and hanging on the edge. I wouldn't take it anymore.
Then a guy went by, he used to be my friend, ""freak get away! You look like a witch with
a zit face!" I wanted to cry, yet i knew I had to stand strong! Then Then when I saw a prep with a knife in his pocket, I
looked at his face. He was the guy, he'd cut me! I grabed the knife from his pocket. Turned him around and cut a slit
across the top of his cheak. Told him if he fucked with me again, he'd get more than a slit. " I'm sorry!" he cried holding
his cheak with fright. He ran away and I heard him call me a fucked up bastard. Suddenly I felt a pain in mty hand. I'd clenched
the knife in my fist so hard i bled. I looked in a mirror. What have I done? I wasn't myself. I wanted to die. To die without
even saying good by...
