Only I see them

Another bruise, another black eye and another shove into a locker. Everyday ‘is the same. Name-calling I’m used to, it doesn’t bother me as much, it’s less embarrassing. Will it ever change? I hope. I can’t take this much longer.
The loud alarm clock I’ve had for almost ever, always wakes me up in the same gloomy mood, reminding me that I have to go to another day of school like another day at prison I thought. My mom normally has my lunch and breakfast ready, but today she was still in bed with her sickness really kicking in today, I could tell.
“Jeremy!” she called, “I hope you have an awesome day at school, remember your always, your my number one no matter what!”
I know she loved me and thought I was a little angel. I replied with
“Thanks Mom. I love you and will see you after school, want to get some food afterwards?”
I knew she would want to and she said she wanted to as I thought. Finally I arrived to school after walking the five miles, which isn’t fun when the days are cold, but today was nice, feeling the sun’s warm glow against my white skin. I headed for my locker, lurking through the crowd hiding like I was being stalked , always trying to avoid them.
Period one, my teacher, Mrs. Robin, loves me. I presume I’m her favorite student and she’s my favorite teacher, she understands what I’m going through. Her mother became ill when she was young and passed away when she was a young adult like myself. I can talk to her about anything she is like another mom you could say. Today, in class she handed out a hardback novel called Demons, with a young boy on the front being followed by what I presumed to be a demon. The bell rang and it was time to move classes. They all went by fast, too fast for me to believe. After lunch I was walking, still hiding, when suddenly someone grabbed my backpack and pulled me to the ground and kicked me right in the stomach. On the ground I looked up slowly seeing the school bully (you could call him Rick) staring and laughing at me along with half of the kids in school. I woke up trying to act like I still had strength, like in those horror movies when the character gets stabbed and tries to run away, but I didn’t see the second blow from him coming and like a brick hitting my face he knocked me down again, this time I knew to stay down. As the crowd cleared my friend Charley came to help me up and tend to my battle wounds, he was my only friend we were like Bubba and Forest. Holding back the tears I told him I couldn’t take much more of this and he replied,
“Stay strong, you have so many people who care, you just can’t see it, hell just
clouds your vision.” “When you feel my heat, look into my eyes its where my demons hide. Constantly telling me to give up, its dark inside”, I said.

After another rough day I came home to tend to mother but found her unconscious in her bed with the phone dialed to 911 on her lap. I froze why her, why me what made us disserve this. I walked into my closet grabbed my rope and tied it to the ceiling and fell of the chair.

When your dreams all fail and the ones we hail are the worst of all, and the blood runs stale.