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The following story is fictional: Sarah was only twelve when she witnessed her parent's death, they were driving home on New Years eve. Sarah was giggling in the backseat playing with her twenty year old brother, who came come from college for the holidays. A drunk driver rammed into the front of their car. Sarah had hit her head on the back of her mothers seat, but it was a minor injury, but why was she bleeding so heavily? She looked up to find that the blood wasn't hers, but her mother's. Her parents had been crushed, glass shard dug deeply into their skin. They died minutes before the ambulance finally came... Sarah now lives with her brother, who dropped out of college and is working two jobs, painting houses and a sales clerk at a thrift store. Sarah went back to school. No longer hangs out with her friends at lunch, she was failing all her classes, most kids made fun of her. Sarah's brother tried to get her into therapy, but couldn't afford it. Jenna witnessed kids at school bully Sarah, throwing trash at her, cussing at her. One of the kids was Jenna's best friend. Although she knew what those kids were doing was wrong, and felt pity for Sarah, but she couldn't afford to lose her best friend, and did nothing. A week later, a boy went up to her and pushed her to the ground. Sarah started to cry. The boy laughed. "Wanna go home and cry to your mommy?" He mocked. Sarah reached into her backpack, took out her pen, and started stabbing the boy. Teachers ran up to her and pulled her away from the boy, who was sprawled on the ground, bleeding. Sarah was starring at the boy. "It was just a dream. A nightmare. It was just a dream." Sarah was murmuring over and over.
Do you ever pick on that kid, all alone in the corner, or that girl who is always overly depressed? Or are you that kid? If Jenna had done something, if those kids showed Sarah compassion instead of hate, Sarah might not have cracked, spend years in a psych ward before she finnally killed her self years after this, but then again, this is fiction. What if someone at your school or neighborhood had dead loved ones, who lives in a hostile houshold, or was even raped desperately needed love and compassion, but no one was giving it? I only ask you so only show compassion and love to others, wether they need it or not. You never know what someone has been through until you know their story.
BipolarGiraffe · Tue Nov 02, 2010 @ 03:40am · 0 Comments |
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