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.
learing to let go is like jumping out of an airplan with no para shoot
Although JP doesn't really describe his characters that much, he gives enough about Iggy to know he's blind, a pyro, and has strawberry blonde hair!
I told someone once,
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
"You are alone".
The person refused to agree,
"Why?",
"What for?",
"Why should i be told I'm alone"
Those were the words most probably flowing through the fellas mind at the time,
Think of it,
Stop,
Take a deep breath,
Think again,
Who were you with the last second?,
You, yourself and you,right?,
Look around you,
Are you sure this is where you want to be?,
I look,
Right now,
And,you know what I see?,
No one.
Nada Nada person,
Well that's my own language, forget it.
There's no one there,
But I do what I do best,
Suffer in silence.
Syayuki Kimihiro,is a normal Japaneses high school girl trying to find her place and make friends,but when she was 5 she was taken from her home,she has many nightmares about this event even after 11 years,These nightmares consist of demons monsters and gargoyles.Her family says that it's normal sines she was found unconscious with no memories of this horrible event,now she has episodes where she has excruciating chest pain till she falls unconscious.Her mother being a doctor was able to make a vaccine for her but it only works for one day.Suddenly four new students appear making her episodes and nightmares worse.As if that's not bad enough now there are strange marks on her left wrist that hurt like hell.Do these new students have something to do with it and why is the leader constantly flirting with her?
Feel like falling,
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions cloud every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different next time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
but sure to stand fast.
Feel like letting go,
but afraid of the rash,
Feel like giving up,
but afraid to sleep,
Want to jump,
but afraid to of falling off way to deep.
Sometimes life takes me in weird directions,
but knowing me, its all imperfections.
Sometimes emotions cloud every single thought,
and knowing my actions, I’m here to rot.
Forever will my mistakes continue to haunt me,
standing here, I now see.
What if things could be different next time?
Would it then, take a lifetime?
