THE DAY I WANTED TO TAKE MY LIFE. || BASED ON A TRUE LIFE STORY

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 I can remember this day like it was yesterday. The day I wanted to end my own life. 
indeed, suicide is bad.

It starts from thoughts, and then nature will just push similar confirmations and alignments of such thoughts to you. ( As a man thinketh, so is He )

   This was the case for me sometime during the winter season. I took the most daring decisions in my life, not minding the consequences of my actions.

  It all began when I moved to a new class based on a new academic session. Everyone was happy to move into a new class. this was also my case because we all never liked our former classroom teacher. And we've heard good things about the teacher we were coming to meet, hence the excitement.

I could not make it to the first day because we travelled on holiday, and returned the next day after school resumption. when I resumed school the next day, I noticed the front row down to the third was already occupied, so I went to the back row. 

   Still trying to settle down as I received a lot of welcomes, exchange of pleasantries,  gist of the moments as to what I missed, and of course, people loved me because of my sense of humor and my storytelling skills.

  We were catching up till our new teacher walked in. She saw the class was noisy and was wondering why almost everyone was surrounding me ( The life of the class).

   So she called me out and said,  ''You just resumed and now making the class rowdy'' I tried explaining that I was just trying to catch up, and I'm sorry for causing the noise in her class. the next thing, she asked for my name, looking at me with disdain.
 
  When I told her my name, I never knew I had just signed a contract with the devil.
She blinked twice, stamped her feet slowly with her head bowed, and took a deep breath of disappointment.  Are you not Sampson's brother? she asked. I said no. She said So you don't also disturb, but you lie? I was astonished as to what was going on here;  none of my brothers bear that name.

 so she sent someone to call my elder brother for her. When my brother arrived,  she then turned and asked me, Is he not your brother? I replied, he is my brother. Before I could realize, she had flogged me over 6 strokes of the cane for denying my brother before her. She never gave me a chance to speak. 

 All the students in the class started laughing at me.  I was Lucky that the headmaster was passing by and he heard me screaming at the top of my voice, so he quickly came in since my mum was really known in the school. What is going on, Aunty IB? She said I was disturbing her class, and then I denied my brother before the whole class. so the headmaster, looking at me, knew I had a lot to say but wasn't given a chance to. so he took me to his office, and waited for me to be calm, then he asked me, '''Tell me everything''
  
I finally had someone who could listen. So I told him all that transpired. he then asked me, Why did you deny your brother? I told him that my brother's name wasn't Sampson. so he sent for my brother at his office, and my brother admitted that his name wasn't Sampson, that it was the nickname the teacher gave him. And I wasn't aware of such a nickname. 

The headmaster sorted out everything, and I went back to class with a drained mood.
30minutes later, we started learning, and she noticed I was using my left hand to write. she scolded me to change immediately, but that wasn't possible as I was a lefty. that was the beginning of my doom. she promised that if I use my left hand again, she will deal with me.
 
 I struggled to write with my right hand, but it wasn't given at all. this made me so slow as I was doing it for the first time in my life. I was affected psychologically. when my friends are playing, I will be the only one struggling to write. 
this made it seem as though I was dull. so she assumed that for me. She compared my elder brother with me, saying he was her favorite student, and that   I'm the direct opposite of him. Every day I wake up, I do it sadly. Because school was no longer fun for me as it used to be. the teacher I had imagined would be nice became a beast in the form of a human. 

I felt attacked, Detached, humiliated, verbally abused, mentally distorted, and emotionally shattered.
I was dying in silence. I was loud enough to scream out the frustrations I had, but even I couldn't hear my voice due to the spot of being a dullard she had subjected me to. These things started working as I
 saw myself to be a total failure. once a bright and lively dude. 

   my grades were really bad because I couldn't write faster as I should, since I was using my right hand. She had stereotyped those using the left hand as uncultured, ill-mannered, and of the devil. I never knew where that school of thought came from. 

  This continued until one day she was calling out the scores of everyone's performance in a test, everyone was excited to hear what they got.  
 When it got to my turn, she stressed the failure and said, He failed everything by submitting half calculations. They all laughed at me, using me to make a gesture. of mockery towards me.
i was furious. i could not take it any longer. Initially, the fault wasn't mine. I was not comfortable using my right hand, but my left was the perfect way to right faster and neatly. 

 I angrily left the class with tears all over my face. Then the thoughts of taking my life crept in, and all the flashes of scenarios I had started playing out. Then I went to the restroom, locked the door, and saw a liquid detergent around, and I took it and drank it. I wanted everything to end, and things should go back to normal. I could not stand my friends calling me dull when I knew I wasn't.

 For a few minutes, I felt a very heavy heat generating inside of me. and that was the last thing I remembered. I had passed out.

 When I recovered, I saw myself in the hospital. Long story cut short, I survived. 
 The MD of the school visited the hospital to see how I was faring. And then she asked me why I drank the liquid detergent. Then I told her everything. 

Guess what, the teacher was fired. alongside the cleaner on duty for that day for the act of negligence.

moral lesson.

please, Suicide is real. it doesn't respect age anymore. protect your mental health, and that of your loved ones.

    Lastly, don't trust someone so much that you'll forget to check in on your wards.

protect your mental health



written by 
LogicPilot

 










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