Slow Descent Into a Sadness Driven Insanity

I ran, I ran as fast as my legs could take me. The acrid smell building inside the hallway made it hard to breathe. I was getting more tired and tired as each ounce of air was released from my lungs. For I knew he was getting closer, I knew that he would eventually grasp my arm with tremendous force, smashing it. I needed to get away. I needed to leave. I woke up sweating with tears coming from my eyes, probably from the fear of my dream. I stood up and before I could even put on any close, my mom entered the room to tell me that school was canceled because of a shooting that happened earlier this morning by a teacher. His name was Mr.Frentzel. He was always a little off in my opinion. Apparently he strangled the math teacher to death and then shot the Principle as he was trying to get the man off of her.

I was trying my hardest to keep this thought out of my mind as I got on my computer and looked at my steam messages. I found a message from one of my iFunny subscriptions notifying me of a giveaway that I won! I was so excited because he was a well known iFunny publisher! He told me to go into a trade to get the skin for CSGO. I won a AK47 Case Hardened worth about 24$. I immediately replaced the old, boring, default AK47 with that beauty, and started up a competitive match. I knew people would be jealous and I was right! People wanted to trade with me 24/7! I was almost overloaded with happiness and excitement when the man came into the room. He said that my mom was in a car accident on the way to work. I broke down and started to sob violently. I threw my monitor across the bedroom, shattering the old, 1990s screen. The man told me that his name was Joshua and that everything would be OK.

I walked to school with the sadness lingering behind me. I could not even talk to my girlfriend. She even gave me a dirty look as I just walked by her locker when she tried to talk to me. I moped past all of my friends as I went to first period. I could not even contain myself as I brake down crying in front of all of my first period classmates. The teacher sent me to the counselors office and I told her what I was going to so she sent me home so I would not embarrass myself anymore, an explanation that would not make sense to my dad.

My dad was extremely sympathetic as we would cry on each others shoulders multiple times a week. I missed my mom an unrealistically extreme amount. I could not contain the sadness sometimes. I once broke down in the supermarket while people stared until I eventually got kicked out. I walked into my room, trying to keep my sadness inside of me. I called my girlfriend and apologized for what I did today. She forgave me and I invited her to come over. She said she had something she needed to tell me, something important.

After she left I ran into my room and broke multiple pictures of my mom and my girlfriend. We had just broken up because of religious beliefs. She said she could not date someone that didn’t believe in god. My dad came in and yelled at me to stop this bullshit and to just get over it. He was right, destroying my material things is not going to do anything for myself or anyone else. I went to sleep hoping I would not have another one of those strange dreams.

I woke up with someone saying my name. It was my girlfriend. She told me that my dad had a massive heart attack and was in critical condition. I then pushed her aside and ran, I ran as fast as my legs could take me. I ran all the way to the bridge, which was not far away in anyway. I jumped, with complete reassurance that nothing bad would happen to me again. I then woke up on my bed, my caretaker coming in to give me my medication…