Post by Kamile Trakovsky on Mar 27, 2016 18:36:57 GMT -5
It didn't long for me to decide I didn't belong here anymore. This wasn't my place. I couldn't help these children. I couldn't do my job. I had seen too much. I was prepared to die and then didn't. I had completely given up on life and then lived on past that. How could anyone come back from that? How could anyone stay after all they had seen? How could anyone just go back to the way things were and pretend like nothing happened. How could I?
I placed the note on the corner of the desk in the Head administrator's office. He wasn't there, but had left his door open. Probably out making copies of a mass memo or something. The secretary had offered to take it, but I declined politely. I didn't want anyone but him laying his eyes on this. I felt awful about leaving. I hated myself for leaving my students. I couldn't stand it. I prayed no students would stop me on my way out. This would be the last time they saw the Art teacher from 552.
My head hung low as I left the building. I passed a few students on my way. A few pushed past and mumbled something about 'Stupid teacher' while the other whistled long and low. Still a sex idol. Still just a stupid teacher who foolishly thought she could make a difference to these kids. What a fool I was. How could I have possibly been the one to help them. They who were so far beyond my help. They who despised me. They who loathed class and everything to do with it. I was such a fool. Tears ran down my cheeks as I made my way through the halls. I had failed the class. I had failed my family. I had failed.... Steven.
"I'm sorry, Steven. I can't do this."
I whispered to no one.
"I can't... I can't..."
More tears. How much longer could I keep it up? How much longer could I keep trying? A voice whispered to me, I knew it well. Death called my name in it's bitter sweet voice.
"You know what you can do to make it stop. It's all too simple, really. It's not that hard at all. Just a simple pull of a trigger."
I walked a bit slower as I listened to the voice. The sweet melody of it's tune caressing my ears. The sweet lullaby of death calling my name. It was all too simple. Just too easy.It would be over quickly. There would be nothing to worry about. Nothing would hurt anymore. No more nightmares to keep me up at night. No memories of the District. Nothing but the comforting arms of death. That cold soothing embrace of darkness. But the question was, would I be able to do it?
OoC: She is still in the school. If you wanna stop her, go ahead. No issues with it!
I placed the note on the corner of the desk in the Head administrator's office. He wasn't there, but had left his door open. Probably out making copies of a mass memo or something. The secretary had offered to take it, but I declined politely. I didn't want anyone but him laying his eyes on this. I felt awful about leaving. I hated myself for leaving my students. I couldn't stand it. I prayed no students would stop me on my way out. This would be the last time they saw the Art teacher from 552.
My head hung low as I left the building. I passed a few students on my way. A few pushed past and mumbled something about 'Stupid teacher' while the other whistled long and low. Still a sex idol. Still just a stupid teacher who foolishly thought she could make a difference to these kids. What a fool I was. How could I have possibly been the one to help them. They who were so far beyond my help. They who despised me. They who loathed class and everything to do with it. I was such a fool. Tears ran down my cheeks as I made my way through the halls. I had failed the class. I had failed my family. I had failed.... Steven.
"I'm sorry, Steven. I can't do this."
I whispered to no one.
"I can't... I can't..."
More tears. How much longer could I keep it up? How much longer could I keep trying? A voice whispered to me, I knew it well. Death called my name in it's bitter sweet voice.
"You know what you can do to make it stop. It's all too simple, really. It's not that hard at all. Just a simple pull of a trigger."
I walked a bit slower as I listened to the voice. The sweet melody of it's tune caressing my ears. The sweet lullaby of death calling my name. It was all too simple. Just too easy.It would be over quickly. There would be nothing to worry about. Nothing would hurt anymore. No more nightmares to keep me up at night. No memories of the District. Nothing but the comforting arms of death. That cold soothing embrace of darkness. But the question was, would I be able to do it?
OoC: She is still in the school. If you wanna stop her, go ahead. No issues with it!
