I could feel the rejection from halfway across the room, hear the laughter, and just knew they were talking about me. I tried to ignore it, but the tears threatened, exusing myself to go to the toilet I desperately fought for control. The tears overflowed, it was like a tap was turned on. I had absolutely no control over them, they just ran down, racing each other to my chin, when I was finished I walked off to my next class.
On my way over, Mr Mofti saw me, said hi and asked how I was. I replied, saying I was fine, he almost looked like he was going to walk away, but, then he asked if I really was ok. I saw real concern in his eyes, I panicked though and so i said, "yea, I'm fine."
The laughter steadily got louder, but, I was still friends with Amber and Lily, but for how long? Then Amber said, "you look depressed." I don't think she expected a response, "haven't you heard the rumours? I get laughed at every day, what do you expect? I have hardly any friends and noone cares!" I started crying and headed to the bathroom, to cut myself some more. Then I decided to commit suicide, I cut myself fairly deep, unlocked my cubicle door and leaned against the wall.
Mr Mofti
20 minutes had passed since I'd last walked past Quinn and I couldn't see her. I asked Amber where she had gone, she said Quinn had been in the bathroom for the past 20 mintues. I asked her to go in there and see if there was anyone in there, she screamed, and I ran in, I saw Quinn lying in a pool of her own blood. Scooping her into my arms I came out, taking off my top I stemmed the cuts on her left arm. Noticing Amber I asked her, first if she had a singlet on underneath, when she said yes I asked her to take off her top and use it to stem the other arm. When that was done, I yelled for help, Greg, Patrick and Rose came running, I asked Rose to call an ambulance, Pat to get a blood transfusion kit and Greg to take over Amber.
When the ambulance arrived Rose was reading the suicide note labeled 'What would happen...' Pat was still transfusing and Greg and I were still stemming. She was given some antidepressants, the doctors thought if I hadn't got to at the time I had she might be dead. I week later she woke up.
Quinn
I was at deaths peaceful door when Moft got me, when I woke up, there were wires in me and there were sounds of snoring. I felt the heaviness of bandages, and braced myself for when they woke. The door opened and I saw Veronica enter, "I was still your friend, I still care," she gestured to my 'guards' "they care, we would have listened, I can listen now." So I told her everything that had happened, by the time I was finished my 'guards' had woken up. Sighing, I prepared for the worst, but all they did was give me a new copy of my 'What would happen..." with answers they wrote after each question. The doctor walked in, and I was discharged, we were just leaving when my mum was rushed to recess. I followed her and saw as doctors tried to save her but failed. I screamed and ducked the clutches of Mr Mofti and Mr Haffa, I raced out to the carpark. I didn't even feel the impact of the car, hear the scream of breaks or see Moft and Haff fighting to get to me.
Mr Mofti
We raced out just in time to see the crash, by the time the car stopped, doctors had reached Quinn, they felt for a pulse, and started CPR, but they shook their heads. Tears poured down my face, and my knees gave out, I lay there in a awkward heap, sobbing, Rose got there and comforted me. She drove us back to school where we called a special assembly after lunch, I prepared a speech and organized the slideshow for Quinns memorial.
At the memorial I stood up and spoke "Quinn was a hard working student, she fought for everyones rights before her own, she was vibriant," and I went on. Describing her, how I thought of her, even when tears were rolling down my face, when I was finished, there was not a dry eye.
Later on I went through her stuff and found stories, all completed, so in her memory I personally went to publishers and told her story. Then I helped her organize a funeral.
The day of the funeral was beautiful, we held it at the school, I was first up to speak about her and this is what I said:
"Quinn had a gift, that gift was to make others laugh, but, she had great values as well. She could whip up a great story anytime, but, the greatest thing about her was the size of her heart. She would always stand up for others before herself, she put others needs before her own, all the way to her death. The problem was she never realised that, when all this started, she had been crying. Because you, as a school, didn't respect her, so you put her down, you as a school rejected her. A month after that, she attempted to take her life, had it not been for me, she would have succeeded, she never liked telling her feelings, so she kept quiet, left her head down."
I didn't need to say anymore, it was in my voice, how much I cared, I read out the suicide note, I walked back to my seat and sat heavily. I watched her pictures on the data projection, saw her happiness and smiled through the tears. I was the first up to see her, I couldn't help it, I broke down.
Later at my place, I couldn't handle it, after realisng most people from the funeral commited suicide, I did too, Quinn herself greeted me.
On my way over, Mr Mofti saw me, said hi and asked how I was. I replied, saying I was fine, he almost looked like he was going to walk away, but, then he asked if I really was ok. I saw real concern in his eyes, I panicked though and so i said, "yea, I'm fine."
The laughter steadily got louder, but, I was still friends with Amber and Lily, but for how long? Then Amber said, "you look depressed." I don't think she expected a response, "haven't you heard the rumours? I get laughed at every day, what do you expect? I have hardly any friends and noone cares!" I started crying and headed to the bathroom, to cut myself some more. Then I decided to commit suicide, I cut myself fairly deep, unlocked my cubicle door and leaned against the wall.
Mr Mofti
20 minutes had passed since I'd last walked past Quinn and I couldn't see her. I asked Amber where she had gone, she said Quinn had been in the bathroom for the past 20 mintues. I asked her to go in there and see if there was anyone in there, she screamed, and I ran in, I saw Quinn lying in a pool of her own blood. Scooping her into my arms I came out, taking off my top I stemmed the cuts on her left arm. Noticing Amber I asked her, first if she had a singlet on underneath, when she said yes I asked her to take off her top and use it to stem the other arm. When that was done, I yelled for help, Greg, Patrick and Rose came running, I asked Rose to call an ambulance, Pat to get a blood transfusion kit and Greg to take over Amber.
When the ambulance arrived Rose was reading the suicide note labeled 'What would happen...' Pat was still transfusing and Greg and I were still stemming. She was given some antidepressants, the doctors thought if I hadn't got to at the time I had she might be dead. I week later she woke up.
Quinn
I was at deaths peaceful door when Moft got me, when I woke up, there were wires in me and there were sounds of snoring. I felt the heaviness of bandages, and braced myself for when they woke. The door opened and I saw Veronica enter, "I was still your friend, I still care," she gestured to my 'guards' "they care, we would have listened, I can listen now." So I told her everything that had happened, by the time I was finished my 'guards' had woken up. Sighing, I prepared for the worst, but all they did was give me a new copy of my 'What would happen..." with answers they wrote after each question. The doctor walked in, and I was discharged, we were just leaving when my mum was rushed to recess. I followed her and saw as doctors tried to save her but failed. I screamed and ducked the clutches of Mr Mofti and Mr Haffa, I raced out to the carpark. I didn't even feel the impact of the car, hear the scream of breaks or see Moft and Haff fighting to get to me.
Mr Mofti
We raced out just in time to see the crash, by the time the car stopped, doctors had reached Quinn, they felt for a pulse, and started CPR, but they shook their heads. Tears poured down my face, and my knees gave out, I lay there in a awkward heap, sobbing, Rose got there and comforted me. She drove us back to school where we called a special assembly after lunch, I prepared a speech and organized the slideshow for Quinns memorial.
At the memorial I stood up and spoke "Quinn was a hard working student, she fought for everyones rights before her own, she was vibriant," and I went on. Describing her, how I thought of her, even when tears were rolling down my face, when I was finished, there was not a dry eye.
Later on I went through her stuff and found stories, all completed, so in her memory I personally went to publishers and told her story. Then I helped her organize a funeral.
The day of the funeral was beautiful, we held it at the school, I was first up to speak about her and this is what I said:
"Quinn had a gift, that gift was to make others laugh, but, she had great values as well. She could whip up a great story anytime, but, the greatest thing about her was the size of her heart. She would always stand up for others before herself, she put others needs before her own, all the way to her death. The problem was she never realised that, when all this started, she had been crying. Because you, as a school, didn't respect her, so you put her down, you as a school rejected her. A month after that, she attempted to take her life, had it not been for me, she would have succeeded, she never liked telling her feelings, so she kept quiet, left her head down."
I didn't need to say anymore, it was in my voice, how much I cared, I read out the suicide note, I walked back to my seat and sat heavily. I watched her pictures on the data projection, saw her happiness and smiled through the tears. I was the first up to see her, I couldn't help it, I broke down.
Later at my place, I couldn't handle it, after realisng most people from the funeral commited suicide, I did too, Quinn herself greeted me.
I keep my rhythm
I tap in time,
My music is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
Or gradually trickle down,
It can make you laugh and cry
That powerful sound.
My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
Music is the food I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.
Music is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
You can always find a friend in music
Music will always be.
I tap in time,
My music is my world
An angry beat inside.
It can crash like a waterfall
Or gradually trickle down,
It can make you laugh and cry
That powerful sound.
My headphones on my head
The lyrics flowing though,
Filling up my brain
Music is the food I chew.
It can be beautiful, strange
Crazy and cool,
I couldn't live without music
There's a style to suit all.
Music is like a brand new life
Jumping around your mind,
Each instrument that is played
Is an ingredient to find.
There's nothing quite like music
There's nothing quite like me,
You can always find a friend in music
Music will always be.
The city of light was full of marchants and villagers. Elyon stood and gazed at them from the huge silver gate. And gurding the gate was two broad shouldered men, wearing bright white robes, that glowed from every angle.
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are you doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the castle of light, "i really dont know,".
COMMENTS PLZ
"Excuse me?" the man with blonde hair asked. When Elyon took a shaky step forward, the men stared shocked at her.
"Elyon? What are you doing outside the city?" The man asked. Elyon took in a deep sharp breath and took another shaky step forward. She still hadnt noticed that the vilagers were watching silently.
"Elyon...my name is..?she smiled and fell into the darknes, fainted. The two gaurds rushed to her aid, and the vilagers erupted into a panicky uproar
"Quick take her to Lady Alexsis!" the man with darker ahir nodded, picked up Elyon and disapered.
"Leo? What the hell is going on? This is a bad sign," an old man closest to the alone guard asked.
"I dont know," he muttered looking up at the castle of light, "i really dont know,".
COMMENTS PLZ
The pain you caused isn't what scarred me
The burning tears you left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my heart beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain you left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend you were when you were here
But the legacy in my heart that you left!
The burning tears you left me to shed isn't what burned me
Your last words aren't what hindered me
It was the Legend.
That endless struggle to win
To fight back
To not toss and turn in my bed
That secure feeling I had before you
To feel as a sharp as a pencil lead
Now that loneliness I feel without you
A constant reminder
Feeling my heart beat again
Done with the breathtaking moments
And the heart-skipping kisses
To breathe again
Over and Done with
It wasn't those tears
It wasn't those words
It wasn't all that pain you left me to bare.
It wasn't the legend you were when you were here
But the legacy in my heart that you left!
There I was. *sigh* Just sitting there, waiting for him. Who? You ask? My crush, Patrick Wellsiben, he was the one for me. Let alone, him being THE most popular boy in school, I was known as a loser. I was the omega of the wolf pack. What am I talking about? Nevermind. My conscience says "Ask him out!", but my guts say "Don't do it you! He's gonna say no!" I don't know what to do! He comes near me and says "Hey." I stand there like a scarecrow smiling. "I feel stupid." "So stupid." Why shouldn't I get the attention from populars? I have short, thick black hair, I wear tank tops all the time, regular jeans and converse. So much for fitting in.