Personal Narrative On Suicide

I was sleeping peacefully when I heard a riiing sound, I cursed at myself for sleeping in class again. But then again I thought, this was history and all my teacher ever does is talk and assign us tons of homework.

Going out the door, I heard my teacher say, "Detention again today miss Alex."

I cringed at the term 'miss', as I prefer going by they/them pronouns. "See you there miss." I said tiredly.

Grabbing onto my binder tighter and making eye contact with nobody, unless the floor counts, I entered my next class.

"Late again Alex?" My teacher, Miss. LaLonde, asked.

"I'm sorry miss, it won't happen again." I said, suddenly being interested in my shoelaces, as if they were the most fascinating thing in this classroom.

She looked at me

Anways, what makes you want to do this? I don't think suicide is an option to anything." I said sympathetically.

"How do you know? You don't know my life. Or what I've been through." They said slowly getting angry.

"Why don't you tell me then?" I asked patiently.

They spoke up after a while, playing with their hands and looking down,"These kids at school...they make fun of me for being genderfluid. Please tell me you know what that means, I really don't want to explain it again. And just everything is so, so overwhelming and life is stupid anyways. We're all gonna die. I don't believe in heaven or hell. After I die, everything will be the same, I'm just a little speck in this whole wide universe." They spoke fast, and their words came out mixed with each other, making it hard to hear.

I nodded, "Yeah, I know how that feels but do you really honestly think suicide is an option for this? I mean, its a temporary problem. You have control, please don't end your book here. Things are going to get tough. That's life. You've gone through so much, but you're still here. You're alive."

They asked confused, "Why do you even care?"

I answered sincerely, "You seem like a really cool person, hey, maybe we could hang out and talk about