The Positivity Issue (v.13)
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“Two weeks?” I thought. “No Way” I swore it<br />
had only been one.<br />
For two weeks I skipped class everyday and got<br />
high. I told myself it was okay to continue this way<br />
if I could just bury myself negative thoughts.<br />
Long story short, I passed high school that year<br />
and fortunately my parents never really knew<br />
the extent of how close I was to not graduating<br />
on time. I got to walk the stage and be applauded<br />
and squaded with everyone else that<br />
day. However, I was not sure that I deserved the<br />
acknowledgement so graduation day was full of<br />
guilt and fear that my parents would find out.<br />
I was cracking again. <strong>The</strong>y were proud of me,<br />
smiling. <strong>The</strong>y saw that I had graduated high<br />
school despite everything. Honestly, it was a<br />
good feeling.<br />
More recently I met this guy named Emmy. I<br />
was twenty two, he was thirty-five, but we had<br />
a lot in common; young, black, artist. He said<br />
he saw a little bit of himself in me and immediately<br />
a shudder ran down my back. From my<br />
high school experience I knew that as soon as<br />
someone sees potential in me, they would start<br />
to expect a lot.<br />
I was working in a city that I wasn’t familiar<br />
with, so I would stay with him three days here,<br />
two days there. Naturally we got to know each<br />
other pretty quickly, his eyes always watching<br />
to be sure that I was acting the way he<br />
would’ve if he could go back in time and talk<br />
to his younger self.<br />
Potential.<br />
po·ten·tial: having or showing the capacity to become<br />
or develop into something in the future. I<br />
swallow that word like a bag of rocks.<br />
Emmy took care of me, so in a lot of ways I<br />
owed respect to his crazy methodology. If he<br />
asked me to do something I would do it and<br />
do it right the first time. To be honest, I never<br />
thought about making a mistake because he<br />
had become my friend too. But, when I finally<br />
uffed up I remembered my responsibility to<br />
keep things the way he liked it.<br />
He asked me to lock the doors when I was done<br />
getting my bag from his car, but I didn’t. He had<br />
that look in his eyes like “You know? That smile<br />
isn’t going to get everywhere.”<br />
I froze in suspense and made my best attempts<br />
at being respectful, responsible, and redeemable.<br />
Emmy was cool so disappointing him was not.<br />
Believe me when I say the doors to his car were<br />
locked every day from then on out.<br />
When I was in the thick of it [being scolded by<br />
Emmy] I could feel the walls closing in again.<br />
I was becoming glass. Emmy was serious, Mr.<br />
Mayhem was serious too, and so were my parents.<br />
I wanted to explode, or maybe just disappear.<br />
I wanted it all to go away.<br />
I think back to that time in my freshman year of<br />
high school. Finals were approaching and the<br />
walls were closing in again. It got really dark.<br />
So, I planned do something that I would never<br />
be able to talk about again. I went to my basement,<br />
tears running down my face, and wrote<br />
the note that would explain why I did it. Why I<br />
killed myself.<br />
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