The Narrator's Suicide

Suicide is a waste of time. It’s stupid. There’s no point because you don’t gain anything from it because you’re dead. However, people don’t see this and they do this without thinking about what they already have. It’s mostly the teens that jump into the arms of death, and this is usually because of peer pressure, grades, suffering from loss, anxiety, etc. One novel show an example of a realistic stressed individual. And even though this is a fictional story, the character’s situation is similar to many young human beings on Earth. The novel is called The Catcher in The Rye, a first person narrative written by J.D. Salinger. The stressed individual’s name is Holden Caulfield. He is the main character who

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.

"Did the hit you received yesterday knock out all of your brain cells?" She snaps, "You don't give patients false hope, not when it's a bad case like that."

Focus. Take a deep breath. Don’t look at everyone around you. Keep your head down. Look at the blue mat on the floor, creasing in wherever you put your feet. Glance at the clock, there are 4 minutes remaining. Put on your jacket, before you start shivering. Remain sitting in the chair. In just 3 and ½ minutes you will climb. When that happens remember to breath and stay focused. Don’t glance at the audience around you, and especially don’t pay attention to the slight pain of your shoes pinching your toes. When the timer hits 2 and ½ minutes start putting on your shoes. They are made of rubber and red felt. Right, then left. The timer has 10 seconds left. Stand up, take off your jacket, and start walking backwards towards the climb. Place your

My father had his talk with the principle the day after I was attacked, and no one said a word why the man needed emergency surgery and was in critical condition. Mrs. Steiner stopped by the house to see if there was some way they could come to an… She didn’t have a chance when my mother back handed her and started smacking her around real good. My father and Dale needed help to get her hands from around Mrs. Steiner’s throat and was happy for the help. The woman was as slippery as they come and was nothing but an older version of Mildred. The people who had helped get my mother’s hands from around her throat were police officers. Mrs. Steiner was now yelling that she was attacked and my mother should go to jail where she belongs.

This past fall my grandpa was with my grandma at the Super 8 motel. He was sitting outside on a bench and all of a sudden he passed out. No one was out there when he got dizzy and passed out. They do not know how long he was out there. My grandma walked out there and saw he was passed out on the ground so then she called an ambulance.

‘Call the ambulance’ I said to myself. The red car disappeared from the view as I looked for help. As I tried unlocking the seat belt, I realized I was bleeding and my head was hurting really badly. Helplessly, I bent forward and checked Trevor’s pulse. My immobile left hand lay dead on the side as I reached for my phone, Speed dialling the number as I called the ambulance to the location.

It was dark whenever I woke up from my slumber. I was a very heavy sleeper so I knew that someone or something had woken me up. Looking around my room, I noticed a small glint of metal coming from across the room. I suspected it was just a necklace or something catching light from the full moon outside. Then, I fell back asleep without a care in the world. Suddenly I was jolted awake by the sound of a muffled voice saying "Hurry! Knock him out before he hears us!" Then I felt a large pain my arm from a needle and fell into a drug-induced sleep.

Pop the text came in, pop...pop...pop, they come in all in at once. All from my friend Kenzie: The first one just said, “Liv”, and then the next one, “OMG wake up”, and the next, “Hellooooo I'm needing you”, and then the last, “meet me on fourth street….it's urgent”.

There were days when I use to stare out the classroom into the crying sky, and wander about the world that I soon would be apart of. Then I would soon get lost in class and Skylar would have to pull me out of my “soon to be in the world dream.” She would say, “ I don’t know why you're so excited to be out in the real world we still have 8 more months till we graduated so pay attention, so I won’t be on that stage alone,” she giggled. Skylar was the nicest girl you would ever meet. Something about her drew everyone in, made them want to be better because she was. She was so good at everything, I guess it's because it was because she gave 110% to everything, even her friends and family. When she smile, it would just light up the room and her

Staring at the enclosed tennis backboard of the graffitied wall, it was my third consecutive morning there and i still didn't know what to make of it. “Hello, Brenda are you there?”, said my friend Miller as he abruptly strike me back to reality, “here its your turn, take a hit. And remember this time hold it in”. I've always felt i had an inner mystical esoteric view on life, suppressed by naive realism. I wanted to answer the great philosophical questions. So i tried marijuana.

Two years ago I would never have thought that he would be dead now and that she would be happily smitten by somebody else.

On day two Samantha was really confused, did she dreamed the night before or was she just going crazy. Through the day she got some control over the day.

Hook! Does that count, yes? No? No matter, because 2BRØ2B is a Novel about a dystopian future in which the population is capped at 40,000, and if you want to make a life, you must take a life. Personally, I believe that one of the biggest themes in this novel is that of suicide, I believe so because…

I was innocent and sweet Didn’t know the world I was a shell Empty, and all alone Nowhere to call home Where could I go?