Brianna Aitchison
Ms. McKoy
English 2- 1st Block
12 March 2013
Last Day
Smiling, singing, dancing, and laughing
This was the time no one thought it could happen.
It was the day she said she could cry a river.
Only to finally realize this would be the day she would soon jet out of here.
It was a bright and shiny day,
Before anyone knew the price that would pay.
Samantha walked swiftly home on the sidewalk that was taunting her and only telling her
Everything was her own fault.
Everything was her own fault.
Only trying to hold back the tears,
She had only wished to disappear.
Sam made her way to the restroom,
She pulled back her brown straight hair,
Seeing her reflection looking back at her was a major issue she could not bear.
Pulling at her clothes everyone said did not fit right,
Or looking at the scar on her wrist she said was only a dog bite.
No one could ever see the pain in her brown eyes,
Because she only hid it behind her disguise.
Softly sniffling silently,
This was the time she knew and had wished to disappear.
Samantha gathered up her objects she needed to say her goodbyes.
It was a knife, gun, chair, and rope she needed to disappear.
This was the time she ran to her bedroom
With all her anger hitting an incline.
She grasped all the objects tighter,
Only hoping it would soon make her body feel lighter.
A game of “Eenie meenie minie moe” chose the way of her fate.
Only to know the gun was her bait,
With the chair and rope as the topping of the cake.
Wrapping the rope around her closet shelf,
This was the best she had felt.
Samantha pushed the chair up to the rope,
Only to feel as if nobody had any hope.
Picking up the gun to her side,
She never realized this was the way she was going to die.
Turning back trying to fight her tears,
Her memories went back to her past years.
Taking a pen to her hand with no doubt,
She drew a heart and a ribbon without a pout.
These two drawings showed her truce,
To all the bullies that never gave her a boost.
It was then when the bullies heard her name on the news.
Only to realize they would soon be sitting on a pew.
To finish the scene where we left hanging,
Samantha hopped on the chair and finished where she left off.
Only wanting to disappear,
She brought up the gun to the side of her ear.
Knotted the rope around her neck
Another round so she could not peck.
Sam then pressed on the trigger,
Only letting her body deliver.
Only hearing a BOOM and BANG,
She was falling forward tumbling to the ground,
But then the rope had caught her from feeling a pound.
Breaking down her bedroom door,
Was Samantha’s family to find her no more.
Leaving behind a heart and a blue ribbon on her hand,
Was a symbol her parent’s could not understand.
If only you knew as the bully,
What made Samantha commit her killing,
Would you step up to the plate and admit your wrong doing?
Taking into consideration:
If today was yours or another’s last day,
What would you do?
What would you say?
Would you regret everything in the past you have done?
Or will your only excuse be, “I was just having fun.”
Sticks and stones may break your bones, but names will never hurt you,
Is a saying that can be untrue.
Many people like Samantha will not confess up about the hurt,
But in the end they end up getting burnt.
If today was yours or another’s last day,
What would you do?
What would you say?
Would you want to impact their life?
Time is ticking.
Another gun is being filled.
Are you the one picking on them?
Or the next one on the battlefield?
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