I am an amateur writer aiming to break stigma and generate more understanding and informative content about mental health.
I look over toward my mom. I see her driving.
She looks over to me but her gaze falls right through me.
We park the car.
I don't want her to come in with me.
I walk through a familiar hallway but it's one I haven't seen in 8 months.
The hallway is quiet, dimly lit. The squeak of my shoes are deafening.
There are two boys down the hallway, coming my way. I put my head down and look towards the floor.
They walk right past me. Like I wasn't there.
I reach the office and walk in. The staff are talking on the phone.
I don't really know what to do so I just stand there.
Waiting for someone to notice me.
So I leave, I keep walking down the dimly lit hallway.
The sound of a school bell vibrates through my being. Kids start to flood out of each room around me.
They all laugh and converse with each other but not one of them sees me.
I keep walking until I see the strangest thing.
There is a locker, plastered to the locker are flowers and countless little notes all around it. Of every color and shade.
I stand there perplexed; some kids walk past the locker and stop to stick some more notes to it.
The bell rings once again and all of the kids go back to their classrooms. I stand there, infront of this locker.
Under all of the notes and the flowers, I see a face, a face that I recognize.
One that I haven't seen in 8 months.
A face that used to be mine.
That is when I remember;
I am just a ghost,
Nobody notices me.
Suicide is the 2nd leading cause of death in school aged adolescents.
Four out of five teenagers who attempt suicide have given clear warning signs.
If you or someone you know is struggling with suicidal thoughts, please reach out to someone you trust.
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