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Sidney- How do you think I died specifically?
Danny- They said you were “bullied to death”. I assumed you…
Sidney- Took my own life?
Danny- Y-yeah. I didn’t ask cause I didn’t want to upset you.
Sidney- That was the original plan actually. Well I wouldn’t really call it a plan. I was just at my breaking point of being bullied, I felt so alone, so tired, I didn’t think anyone cared about me, let alone would miss me. I wondered if everyone was better off without me. Then I realized "what did I do!?", "Why should I be gone!?" I never hurt anyone or was a jerk, not like them! Why should I feel like I should have to fit in with those jerks!? Why should people like me or you be mistreated while people like HIM get to live their lives, destroying everyone else's with no consequences!? So I decided that perhaps he should be taken care of and in the process, all those other pests that picked on me.
Danny- You were going to ki-
Sidney- No! I mean, that wasn't what I-I want...
It was a simple enough plan. I took some insecticide my mom used to take care of bugs in the house, put it into a glass cola bottle, hid the bottle in my locker and when no was paying attention, sneak it into his drink or something and-and...
My plan wasn’t really to kill him. I figured he’d just get really sick or hurt. I just wanted to shake them up a bit, put them in my shoes, see how they like to feel scared, to feel like helpless prey, this time at my mercy. I knew it could’ve been worse but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get back at him! Make him feel what it’s like to be hurt! But like you, I-I…
I just couldn’t go through with it. I was just staring at myself in the locker trying to figure out if I really should. Before I could do anything else, that’s when he showed up and shoved me into my locker like he usually did. What he and I didn’t realize was when he pushed me in, it also pushed in the insecticide, right into my mirror, breaking the bottle.
Danny begins to piece things together, his eyes widen.
Sidney- I tried to get out but he seemed to push the door well in and because of the small space as well as me not the strongest, I couldn’t make it budge. I began to panic. In the process I accidentally cut myself from the broken mirror glass. And well I won't go into details but I think you can imagine what would happen to someone when they’re in a confined space filled with broken glass and poisonous insecticide. By the time help came to get me out it was too late for me.
Danny- Oh Sid, I’m so sorry.
Sidney- Sighs. For years I blamed and resented him for causing my death, I still do a bit, but at the same time, I basically tried to bring a gun to a knife fight and got pushed right into the trigger. I pushed everything inside me until it all broke out and made me almost kill someone! He could've ended up like I did and I'd be spending the rest of my life dealing with being a murder-stops his sentence and begins to tear up.
I-I know there could’ve been a better way, or atleast I didn’t need to use something as extreme as insecticide, but at the time I was just so far gone and so angry I ended up destroying my life. And worse I almost put you through the same thing. I’m so sorry Danny, you were right.
Revenge really can destroy you.