User:Heyyzombiee

THE REALIZATIONItalic text We are normal kids. We hang out, go to class, study, and have relationships. We all know how the school hierarchy goes. First you have the Preps, you know, the kids whose parents have been living in the same small town for generations, who play on the sports team, cheerlead, and most of all, are popular. Then you’ve got the major academic kids. Who can often blend in with the jocks and preps. And then you’ve got us. Listening to music that’s a little bit different and dressing a little bit differently. But there is one thing we pride ourselves in. We survived. After you all tortured us by bullying, our families falling apart, and losing the ones we loved, we still made it through. How you ask? Yes. Most kids would either commit suicide, gain horrible depression or self-harm issues, run away. Then there are the ones that just make it out. And that’s it. They end up living a good life, “proving” themselves worthy. Those are not the only options though! Depression is a horrible state of mind to be in, and very hard to escape. But it’s the realization that you can be something better. That you ARE something better is what does it. No I don’t mean anything like you are morally better than those people. Because face it, we’ve all judged or said something we regret. But the difference is that they don’t regret it. We are not crazy. We are just mad. But all the best people are right? We reached the realization.

PART ONE~ And the runners are off
I got sick and tired of being bullied every day. The last time anyone ever called me out again was in 8th grade. I was in Algebra 1, and there was a substitute. A kid named John had stood up and pointed to me and exclaimed “See that girl over there? She’s emo!” The class erupted in laughter. No one coming to my rescue or defense except for one. That was Vladimir. Vladimir was different from the rest. He was like me, different, and soon mad. His home life was horrible. His family was abusive, and his only relative that truly loved him and never hit him, was Andy. But he was never home. Always traveling on business. So Vlad had a rare escape from the torture. Whenever anyone tried to hurt me, he was there, always to my aid. Because much like him my family was ruined. Save they never hit me. It seemed all right. It always did. But my parent always fought and fought before they divorced. It happened every night. And then once my father had moved out things got a little bit better, but my mother had started channeling all her anger into my sister. Making my little brother the obvious favorite, and my barely even spoken to. From then on Vladimir and I were always with each other. Protecting each other as best we could. We would never let it happen again. Often time’s people expected we were dating, but that was never possible. Yes we loved each other, but not romantically. I am lesbian and he is dating a good friend of mine, Kayla. But remember when I mentioned depression? And how it’s very common in kids whom are bullied? Well we had it, very badly at that. Scars littered out bodies. Only entangling us more in the fact that they were often mementoes of the troubles we shared. Well that is the second stepping stone in our ascent into madness. Who ever said that a crazy person doesn’t know they are completely bullocks? Well that’s a lie. We knew we were suffering mentally and physically. So we learned to give advice to each other. Slowly pulling each other out of the pit. It took time, yes, a lot of time. By now we were in 10th grade. We had become happy, made friends, and taken on hobbies. But then it all changed with the slightest slip of thought.

PART TWO ~ The Big Bang
All I had been going was playing my bass guitar along to a Silversun Pickups song titled Melatonin. Then as I glanced up I heard my father reciting lines from my favorite movie, Alice in Wonderland. “I am not crazy; my reality is just different than yours.” “No father, you are crazy” “Well all the best people are, right?” “On that one you are correct. After all we do have a little bit of it in each of us.” That’s all it took. A small conversation relating to the mental stability of my father and an invisible cat. Strange right? Well, everything about this story is. But that is essentially it. The description of my state of mind. No it is not sound. It is loud. It is vibrant. I started noticing things others did not. I stared to see the truth in everything. How distorted the world was. And just how true those 14 words were. I had started to pull up the crazy in me. I fell into it, engulfing me like depression had. Except this was much brighter. I had no cares in the world for I had all of them. And now things at home had gotten better. Things no longer were distorted as they had been. Getting back to school the next day, it had gone normally. All of us hanging out as usual, listening to the droning lectures of our social studies teacher. For everyone else it was just gibberish. But to me it was different. It just hadn’t felt the same. So of course I shared this thought with Vladimir. All it took for him was those 14 words, the magic 14 to bring out the maniac in him. I finally had someone else to enjoy these thoughts with. Someone else to mingle over the meaning of life with. He had been freed of his terrible depression, and seeing him happy made me ecstatic. And now, we sit in the woods, writing this down on a paper. For there is nothing else to do but ponder over how we got here, and how it will end. This is the only thing we can’t wrap our minds around. Since we have thought it all and experienced everything we had wished for, is it over? We would be completely content with passing. No tears. No final wishes. For I know what awaits me. It is peace. Eternal rest. But no, we can’t end like that? Destroy something as beautiful as the sight we have been given?

PART THREE~ It's Your Turn.
And so we decided. It is now you’re turn. Whoever you are, whatever you’ve done, whatever has hurt you or whoever has hurt you that is all inferior to your mind. Look inside yourself. Do you truly know wrong from right? Just how much crazy do you have in you? You know you want to be free of all cares and hurt like we are. Surely we’ve all had the thought of either giving in, or lashing out. Unlock it. You know you can and you know you want to, all you have to do in focus on just how much crazy you have in you. Don’t be afraid! Look at the world in another view, one of ours. You’ll see. You’ll reach the realization. It’s the only thing that can keep you alive. Just be careful to fool them. Keep this our little secret, okay? No one needs to know we are all mad here. For some don’t know how to control it, and they’d try to destroy our wonderland. But maybe you done quite understand just yet. Maybe you dont get how we are free or how... how un-describable this is. no its not a constant high. No its not a power over everyone else. Its somethin much, much better. --AyeZombie~ 19:15, August 31, 2012 (UTC)