Creative Writing: Who's To Blame?

She was sitting there…thinking about all the bad things they were saying about her. Her thoughts were, “Who knew this could ever happen?”

I over hear the popular kids talking about her in my English class. I thought to myself, “Was this true?” “They don’t even know her.” I don’t know her that well but, I know this can’t be true.

I didn’t have anyone to tell. Is it bad for me to keep all of this information in? I thought she had it under control. It just got out of hand. It’s like she puts on a fake smile everyday to hide her pain. Nobody could tell how she felt but i did.

She was depressed, and I was the only person who knew. The only person who could tell that she was depressed. It was like she was dying.

One week later she was not at school for a month. When she came back, I asked her “Renne, why were you gone for so long?” she said with puffy eyes “I tried to kill myself.” “I don’t care who knows, everyone should be happy I even tried.” After that a boy yelled across the room “You can’t even kill yourself?” “How pathetic, why don’t you try again?” “Nobody wants you here.”

I yelled at him. He told me that Renee was a mistake and that she should never have been born. I was so mad at him. I punched him.

After i

I asked my mom why I was coughing up blood. She said that they doctors did not know why I was coughing up blood. My doctor came in about ten minutes later with a clipboard. The clipboard was full with papers. I didn't think i have ever seen that many papers in one spot at a time. I figured they were my test results. My doctor asked me how i was on a scale from one to ten. I was said “about a five.” I told my doctor “Dr. Mia, am I supposed to be tired?” Dr. Mia said “That's what I wanted to talk to you and your Mother about.” MY mom sat down in the green plastic chair next to my hospital bed. It was next to the machines i was connected up