Bullying

There is a girl  in you're class,

at work,

or even in your family,

that is considered a loner.

That poor human being sits by herself at lunch,

doesn't talk to anyone and lets her true feelings be kept bottled up inside her.

Never being accepted by anyone accept,

if she was lucky,

her parents.

Every morning, she would:

Shove her ear buds in her ears,

sit on the bus alone with her hood up,

walk to school in the pouring rain, staring at the ground the whole time,

ignore the people who could help her,

and pass off every stupid remark that was made about her.

She may have not been the smartest person.

She may have been very shy.

She could have been mentally challenged.

She may have been the smartest person in the entire school,

but you ignored her to keep up your reputation.

I've been there.

I have been the girl.

I have  been the bully.

I understand how both sides work.

I am never going back.

You may say "how?"

People are there to help, that's all I have to say.

There is one person is the school,

work,

or community,

that can help that person!

I am proud to say,

that I have helped and been helped.

Touch and be touched, concept.

She has feelings.

Help her or maybe, by all the stress,

she could give up the fight against teenage bullying.

3, 2, 1.

She is gone.

Suicide due to bullying is 100% preventable.

Don't tease those girls who are sitting by themselves.

Sit with them.

Stop bullying.

In the night....

The sky was pale blue, and the trees dark green. The only sounds I heard were the birds and the distant gush of the river. Not a cricket chirped nor did a frog croak. I lay motionless beneath the rising sun. My sleeping bag warm from the heat she released. The freezing morning air stung the back of my throat. The oak tree above us blocked out the sun, little specs of light shone through the branches and paraded on my face.

Last night, she thought of the idea to sleep under the stars. We sat for hours under the twinkling specs. We talked of the spring, of the summer. We stated favorite movies, books, and music. The time went by slow and the minutes waited for us. Our one year anniversary lingered just a few hours away. We spent the hours staring at the stars on that patch of grass overlooking the gorgeous river. The slow moving water let us speak and be heard. Her eyes were silver from the light of the moon. I stared deep into the center of her soul. The time was right. We lay frozen, lips touching for minutes. Then we pulled away.

That night was over. She lay beside me asleep. Her head pressed against my chest. Her legs intertwined with mine. Our toes rubbing against one and others. I brushed her hair over her forehead with my fingers. Her hair was soft and long. She began to move and blink her eyes. She finally had awoken.

Glistening in the morning sun, were her beautiful silver eyes. Her hair blew in the breeze. "Hey" she said very quietly. I responded with a subtle "Good Morning" gesture from my hand. I gripped her around the waist and pulled her close to me. Her touch was gentle. I could tell she barely got any sleep. "What time is it?" she said, yawning. "No idea" I replied. She giggled and ran her hands through my hair. The expression on her face was a mix between tired and excited, as if she were a child waking up on Christmas morning.

I took the time to stare into her eyes once more before we had to rise from the make-shift bed and go inside for breakfast. I pulled her even closer, just enough that I could whisper into her ear. I held her there for a moment and kissed her cheek a few times. "Annie." I said. "Happy Anniversary." I held her close for a few moments longer and kissed her cheek again. When we pulled back, I kissed her lips and hummed the song that played when I first kissed her. I quietly sang:

"I am forever yours, faithfully" - Journey

The Girls Reflection

Photo Credits: Makenna Schumacher 2011

At last, a calling from the seas that pulled her close to her once beloved ocean. The gush of water slapped its icy palm against the sand and ran it's shivering might over the girls feet and around her ankles. The sky was pitch black and cloudy. She could feel him around her. His breath rotted the air as he heavily breathed in and out. The stench of his drunken body made her feel nauseous and faint. Her, weak in the knees, as his holier than thou ego, pulled her into a well known depression. That forgotten loner feeling trickled into her cured mind and threw her back into her suicidal thoughts. A unknown feeling of being entirely alone blasted into her heart and dragged her spirit towards the icy water.

He grabbed her arms. You can almost feel the heat as his cold hands pressed up against her warm body. They stood there for a matter of moments before the girl yanked  her arms out of the devilish embrace. Her eyes turned to the dark color of the ground around her, black and cold. Anger and loss of protection felt her through as she tried to run from the devil of a man. He sprinted towards her gulping back the vomit and blood that was twirled in his stomach. The demonic possession  of the stranger had begun.

She ran beneath the dock that was only a few foot steps away. When she has successfully hidden herself, she glanced out to the beach where the devil and her had stood moments before. Scanning the horizon briefly made her realize, he was gone, out of sight, nowhere to be found. A wave of fear hit and her and made her hyperventilate in the cramped space. She vomited into the foamy water. Her whole body shook in fear and nervousness. Seaweed dangled down from the bottom of the dock and lay on the girls face. A sudden movement in the distance caught her attention. She turned to look...... inches from her face was the man.

His arm was now bloody and looked as if it had been stabbed several times with a thin blade of some sort. Vomit dripped all over his large body and blood now pored from both is arm and his mouth. His eyes were not hazel like they had been before, they were a fiery red and black. A cold mist came from his mouth and blew onto the girls face. He breathed like a dog, in out, faster and faster with his tongue hanging from his jaws. He fell to his knees next to the girl.

A cold wind blew underneath the bridge so powerful that It knocked over the girl into the water behind her. The mist sprayed up onto her face and into her mouth. He body jerked back and forth across the sand, as if the wind's hands were pulling him from side to side, up and rapidly back down again. She tried to scream for help but the words were ripped from her mouth and swept away with the wind. She prayed under her breath.

"Dear Lord! Save my soul!"

Her prayer was answered when a large wave crashed under the dock and pulled the man and her into the water. A whirlpool was formed and swirled underneath the large dock. The deviled man was sucked into it. She held on to the beam underneath the dock and screamed loud and long. The wind whirled around her and she was losing strength. She was out of options and let go of the poll. Into the whirlpool she went.

She awoke two days later in a pale white hospital room with thousands of needles attached to her. In front of the bed stood a long tall mirror. She rose from her bed, ripping the needles from her arms, and walked to it. In the reflection stood a devil with eyes and red as lava. The fight wasn't over, she thought, for the devil was now in her.

~ Dear lord, save her soul ~!

Oceans Depth

The blue shimmery water expressed a low light that rippled across the side of the large boat. It swam through, crashing and receding away from the ship that moved fast enough in the water to create a wind that was strong enough to make trees topple over. The bow of the ship pierced the air and whistled with the wind that blew. The sweet but salty smell of the sea wrapped around all the senses. Mists of ocean water sprayed quickly into the air and up onto the deck.

The cold sea air stung the back of my throat as I stood at the tip of the bow. Staring down into the brilliant blue water made me feel as if I was flying. I stepped up higher on the rail and climbed over to the other side. No one could stop me. I sat down on that front tip of the bow and crossed my legs. A bird manifested his presence with a deep low croak beside me. I acknowledged the small creature and returned to staring down into the depths of the ocean.

The horizon finally turned a deep red as the sun set to rise on the other half of the earth. It was only a matter of moments before the whole ship would be encased in complete darkness. A black dome that would not be taken away until early tomorrow morning. I stared at the bird. His feathers were ruffled from the wind. Its head was bobbing as he walked back and forth across the side of the boat.

"Why stay here? Be free." I told the little bird. "You can fly. While I am stuck here on this ship, you can fly away." I still stared down at the water and followed the shinny reflection of the fish that still glowed in the red to purple light. My heart was with the sea now. The bird walked closer to me and shook his feathers. He hopped a few steps and leaped into the air. He took off on his wings toward the dimming horizon. I watched him fly away and swoop down to the water multiple times. Had he understood what I had said?

I stood back up and climbed back over to the other side of the rail. I was back, trapped in the prison cell of the rails until the ship docked in America in 2 weeks. There I would resemble the bird and fly off into my own sunset, if I could. Today is my eighty forth birthday and I am ready for my departure of this world.

In those waters, the depths of a thousand years of  life lay patiently for a change. I could not institute a change, but I could make my presence clear. I jumped of the bow to become one with the water, forever, into the oceans depth.