I will never forget the day I was called into the office and sat down my Mrs. Fancher and Mrs. Sparks. It was on a Thursday after a school assembly in the gym. Mrs. Fancher came in the gym and pulled me out about 10 minutes before the end of school. She said that they were notified that I was very upset and had been having very bad thoughts. I was sitting there in front of the two teachers and I was frozen. Who told them this? Who can’t I trust? I was sitting there in the cushioned chair trying to wrap what they were saying around my head. Why would they do this to me? Mrs. Fancher was very upset about this. She began getting tears in her eyes as she was talking and trying to figure out what was wrong. I had told my friends …show more content…
It was like one thing after another, and I didn’t know why it was all happening to me. I thought self harming helped me, and I thought no one cared. I didn’t care. It came to the point where one night I was really about to end it all. I ran away, took a rope, knife, and my phone. When I got to the place I was going, I called everyone I thought I could trust, and I said goodbye. I wasn’t thinking straight. Nothing changed my mind on the decision I had made that night. I just know that I was more than ready to be done and gone, but then my best friend, Connor, called me freaking out and crying. He was hurt because of me, because I didn’t call him to say goodbye, because his best friend was going to end her life. I didn’t call him knowing that he would freak out as he did every time he saw a single cut on my wrist. I thought I was doing everyone a favor, but I was not. I was just hurting them. I thought that everyone would be happy that the ‘mistake’ was gone until the day I was called into the office and talked to. This day changed a lot in my life. I was and still am to this day very thankful that whichever friend it was that told Mrs. Fancher did so. Even though I still go through a lot I could never end my life and hurt all of the