1 A horrific scene

It was a normal day in my school I was sitting in my classroom in my usual place next to the window when something unfathomable happened to me, I watched as a girl whose name I didn't know then, grabbed a cutter from her pencil case and screamed hysterically, she was saying things that I couldn't even begin to understand and in a split second she slit her throat with the cutter that she held in her hand and her last words were "No one even cares about me so what reason do I have to live ?", everyone in the classroom including the teacher were shocked and they began to run frantically out of the classroom and the few who stayed in the classroom just watched and filmed the girl with there phones as her soul was withering away non of them had any consideration for the person bleeding on the ground, at that point I realised how pathetic and rotten society really is instead of checking to see if the girl bleeding on the ground was still alive everyone decided to abandon her and didn't even care to check if she was still alive our society is so fucking rotten but then again I am a part of this rotten society I didn't even care to move when I saw that girl clearly wanting to commit suicide so it seems that I am as rotten as this society, while all of my classmates were fleeing from the class I stayed in my place next to the window and I watched as blood flooded the classroom the shock from what had happened made me unable to move I was in a state of paralyses trying to understand what had just happened, my head was flooded with questions. Why did she do this ? Why did she decide that she had enough of life ? Was dying really what she wanted or was she forced by this rotten society to try and commit suicide? Is she now happy or does she regret doing that ? I asked myself questions that I could never find an answer to because I was sure that the person who had the answer for these questions had already left this world.

As I stared quietly at the girl lying on the floor with blood overflowing from her throat, tears that I couldn't stop started coming out of my eyes. Why was I crying for a girl whose name I didn't even know ? Did I unconsciously feel guilty for not trying to stop her from what she had done ? No why would I even care ? It's not like I even know her, then why is this feeling of pain and grief controlling me? Why am I crying ?

Thirty minutes after the incident people with white coats came rushing into the classroom and they took the girl whose name I still didn't know. The next day a teacher came to our classroom and told us that she won't be coming to class anymore, all the kids in the class started asking the teacher why she was not coming to class anymore ? They asked if her injuries were serious and if she was feeling well. But the truth is clear the truth is that that girl has already passed on to another world and will not be coming back, kids could be so painfully stupid sometimes.

"Well Jana won't be attending class anymore because she has gone to a better place" the teacher replied to the students questions

So that girl's name was Jana. No one in class could have predicted what had happened that day, I didn't know her very well but from what I was told about her, it seems that she tried to always have a cheerful face on so that she could hide her pain, she blurred the sound of her crying with laughter. Was she a master of deception to the point that even her closest friends weren't capable of realising her true feelings ? Or did none of her friends care about her feelings ? Either way both cases would result in the same horrific scene. The memory of that incident will forever be engraved in my mind.

It has been five years since that terrible day and I am now a third year in highschool and during all of that time I never once forgot that girl, I never forgot the screams of the terrified students who witnessed this scene. I never even forgot how dry the air was that day, and I will never forget the tears that I shed for that girl nor the pain that overcame my body when she killed herself.

I was in class ready to start the first period of the day when I reexperienced my past, A girl in my class whose name I didn't know reached with her hand into her bag and pulled out a screw driver, as she started crying I remembered an incident that had happened yesterday she broke down in tears in the middle of class without warning and was taken out of class, and just like that girl from 5 years ago she started screaming and yelling things that I still don't fully grasp. Even though I knew what was coming next I didn't move an inch from my place and I just kept watching as that girl broke down mentally infront of me, finally she raised the screw driver and was about to pierce her throat with it.