Middle School Suicide Narrative

It’s as if time has stopped entirely, standing there frozen in time. I can’t move, I can’t speak, I just stand there. I stand there in my own depression, surrounded by darkness. Each time it passes over me, it hits me like a tsunami, with its brute force destroying everything in its path. There have been times where I’ve been driven to commit suicide, just simply pulling out my step-father’s forty-five caliber pistol, loaded with hollow-point rounds. The darkness consumes me, whispers in my ear, “just pull the trigger you worthless shit”. “Nobody would care if you died, so just die”. I tried to tune it out, but instead, it just got louder, as if it went from whispering to yelling. I never could pull the trigger.

On the news this nine-year old Jackson Grubb committed suicide because he was getting bullied in school. That's just the beginning of the story we will find out how he committed suicide at the end of the story. Jackson was getting bullied in school. Jackson lived in Raleigh county, West Virginia with his older sister and parents. His parents were devastated when their daughter found him dead one day after school in their back yard. This was going on far too long in school, but you also got to think that he did not tell anyone and if he did who ever he told did not listen. So Jackson thought that if he committed suicide that the bullies would forget all about him. My question is, Why does everyone almost gets bullied and commits suicide? Have you ever and I mean ever thought that your young kid is getting bullied in school and he or she has not told you so that you can do something

When my mom would send me off to school, nobody ever liked the new guy. I felt so scared, and awkward.I was bullied because of the color of my skin. I tended to be a little darker not only because of my roots but because long hard hours working with my dad after school. Resulted of me having sun burns. I was called every name in the book,and it was tough for me. Having to go to school and get treated like an old rag was already enough to what I would come home everyday with. I’d just get home and right away start working with my dad just to start giving us some income. I had to get used to this type of work everyday for the rest of my life. I wasn't so sure even if I even wanted to keep going to school. I mean I was already not caring for school and working with my dad after school. I wanted to drop out. To leave everything behind. I didn't need to keep going. I was a nobody. Nobody wanted me. My classmates told me so many times. I started to believe

“My ex-girlfriend was taken away by the cop and taken to the local jail. My ex-girlfriend’s Dad showed up and I rode back with him to their house. Finally my parents came and picked me up. I went home and maybe got two hours of sleep, if you even call that sleep. The next morning, I went back to my ex-girlfriend’s house and she was later released from jail that day. For the longest time, we would just sit there in silence, because, what do you say? It was time to comfort one another. I not only felt bad about the whole situation, but I knew no one was going to believe me, us. Believe that a girl purposively jumped into the moving vehicle. I later learned that the girl who died had been suicidal. Earlier that day, before the accident,

Twelve students, one teacher, two murderers dead, and twenty-one injured in Columbine High School on April 20, 1999. The perpetrators Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris, were both intelligent, but had issues getting along with other students at Columbine high school. However seemingly normal, both were deeply disturbed, hating everyone but a handful of people, in journals found Klebold had been contemplating suicide since 1997, and both have been thinking about a massacre in April of 1998, a full year before it happened. The both of them had been arrested for breaking into a van on January 30, 1998, they had convinced people that they felt guilty for the break in, but behind the scene planned a large scale massacre. The plan of the massacre was

I truly believe that if there were more advocates for middle schoolers, teen suicides would decrease, graduation rates would increase, and students would grow up to be more well rounded and accepting of others. The middle school years serve to segregate the overachievers from the underdogs. To not give kids a chance to reach their full potential is unethical, especially if they are suffering, whether they are struggling at home or at school, socially or emotionally. Everyone becomes so caught up in the bigger picture like school ratings and publicity that kids slip through the cracks. In this day and age, undiagnosed mental disorders are all too common but by spending five minutes with a student, it is fairly simple to tell if they need help and to begin pinpointing what the problem is. If administration simply took the time to talk to students and find out about their lives then I think that there is something that can be done to help. Maybe we need more guidance counselors. Maybe it's something else, but something must change. I personally nearly slipped through the cracks myself and I've seen it happen to other people, including close friends of mine and I will no longer sit here silently and watch more kids suffer.

I loved school when we would learn something because I was good at that and I was able to do that when I felt like I was terrible at everything. Nothing would change from fourth grade to fifth grade I still loved school and really had no friends. In fifth grade the news I wanted so badly wouldn’t turn out the way I wanted. The AVM had shrunk but it wasn't gone and one more dose of the radio static surgery should do the trick. I was also switching schools and school districts, I asked my doctor if we could do it in summer so I wouldn’t miss school. I was beyond scared, I always keep a brave face on because if I don't show fear it doesn't get to me. I couldn't help it, the last time this was done it went bad, I woke up throwing up I had giant marks on my forehead. I didn't want to be made fun of at this new school. I turned out fine I had basically no marks I woke up feeling fine. I started middle school and middle school was honestly the years I felt lost and at the same time I had the friends I so badly wanted. Middle school was tough for me because instead of being able to take an extra class instead of doing

One Friday, I came home from work as usual at 6pm, and sat down at my dining table. I had in front of me a glass of red wine, about a hundred pills, a blade, and some alcohol pads for disinfection. I was having a fight with my boyfriend over text, who was in Charlotte at that moment for business. Once he stopped replying, I sent him a text that read, “I am going to kill myself.” Within minutes, I heard someone bang on my door. It was the police. My boyfriend had called 911 to report my potential suicide. I had been mentioning suicide in our conversations for a few weeks, to be fair. Caught in the scene, I was brought to New York Presbyterian Psychiatric Emergency Room in an ambulance. “How much is this going to cost? Because I can’t afford

comes back full force. My straight A’s start to drop to D’s and E’s, I quit all my after-school activities, stopped talking to everyone, and started to skip school almost everyday. I had always struggled with depression, but it had never been this bad before, I felt like I was drowning and she was pulling me down with her. I struggled a lot with my depression, I had to go to the emergency room twice during the school year for suicide attempts, I just wanted to give up on everything. During this time things kept getting worse and worse, tension kept on building between my mom and me and I still hadn't seen my dad. I remember that night so clearly as if it was yesterday. My mom and I had been arguing all day, We were in my room and kept on arguing

The guys and I were parked infront of this highschool we had spotted while buying food last week. We has taken a black van in an attempt to blend in. Maybe the people that notice will think we were just deliering things and there won’t be a problem. I decided that this was a good school for the shoot up because there were a lot of suicides and there appeared to be cliques by the way groups of people would meet eachother before disappearing into the school. Are plan was to wait till first period was going before sneaking in and attacking classrooms one by one. It was a fairly small school and it would be a pretty simple task if there weren’t any problems. The guys were getting impatient and I was trying to find was to entertain them, Nick was

It's been over two weeks and Evan is still not sure what he's gotten himself into and the only one to blame is himself and his wired therapy letters. So now where is he? Oh yeah, pretending to be Connor Murphy's best friend because his parents thought he wrote a suicide note to Evan. And of course, he just went with it. Told the Murphy's all about his great friendship with their son who was surely going to kill him once he woke up. Evan would love it if the ground could just open up and swallow him whole. His phone ringing interrupts his daydream about no longer existing. Evan pulls his phone out of his pocket and blanches when he sees it's Mrs. Murphy.

Morning came much too quickly, I barely managed a few hours of sleep. A beam of light shot straight into my vision, having penetrated the thin curtains. The droning of my alarm clock piercing my sub conscious. I would have to find a taxi to drive me to my workplace, so I left earlier than normal.

When Scott heard about a student’s attempt at suicide, he thought it was Lee and rushed to look for her in the halls. He suspected that the student was Lee because she had been depressed all throughout that week. Another reason he suspected this was because she was always talking about death. Earlier that year, Scott saw bandages on Lee’s wrists and thought she was cutting herself, although Lee said it was from an accident in the kitchen. This added on to Scott’s thinking that Lee attempted suicide. Scott planned on giving her a Valentine’s present, even though Valentine’s Day was over, and thought that if he had given her the gift earlier, this might have been prevented. Lee had asked him to a dance, but Scott thought she was joking. When

Her parents arrive home, calling out her name as they close the front door. They hang their coats on the rack and lay their keys on the side table, still no response from her. Her parents assume she went to work right after school and might stay late. They begin to walk to their room down the hall, but suddenly they cease in their steps. The light is left on in her room with the door ajar, very unusual for her. She always had a thing about keeping the light off and having the door closed at all times. They approach her room, shaking off the silly thoughts that made their way into her mind about these weird actions of her. Just as they push the door to open further, they gasp. There she lay, deathly still with an empty prescription bottle by her side. Her mother runs to hold her in her fragile arms, but she cannot see clearly due to the endless tears blinding her sight. She is screaming, crying, frightened most of all. Her mother cannot feel a pulse, as her father calls for an ambulance as she attempts to perform CPR and revive her. But it’s too late (Asher 260-70). Nowadays, that is what happens in real life: teens commit suicide for various reasons for which is not acceptable. Teen suicide is unfathomable and appalling, because teens are in the stage of puberty which causes them to become sentimental, impressionable, and vulnerable during those four years of their lives. Moreso, social media and media depict a major part by glamorizing teen suicide, causing teens to not

The majority of society knows a loved one suffering from depression, identity crisis, or low self-esteem. Self-injury and suicide have become a large topic of discussion in today’s world. In order to comprehend the factors that contribute to the act of self-inflicted death, one must understand the history, victim profile, forms of suicide, causes, symptoms and signs, and prevention. Understanding this information can help individuals understand a loved one’s struggle with suicide, as well as spread knowledge to others dealing with depressive thoughts. Media, technology, and entertainment have rapidly progressed in our world, which has established a new self-image. Social media has indirectly generated a new standard of life everywhere advertisements allow, while celebrities set the bar for body image. As people are confronted with, and compare themselves to this new standard, their self-image becomes distorted and their self-esteem begins to diminish. The causes of self-inflicting death seem to be quite broad, yet are mainly centered around the mood disorders such as depression. Although detecting this mental disorder is sometimes difficult, there are symptoms such as withdrawal, change of mood, feelings of helplessness, loss of interest or suicide, that indicate its presence.