I choose the route which is more beautiful. I do not like the populated roads, so I choose to go through the blocks. There are trees, there is much shadow and the birds are singing, there are no people.
Suddenly, I feel pain in my abdomen, I have tears in my eyes and a runny nose. I walk and walk, not knowing where I am, but only the destination. Then I arrive, 20 minutes earlier. I walk down the road and meet a classmate, shortly greet him and walk further. I reach the lake -- I stop by, find a place to sit and watch the water, the willow trees. The wind blows through my hair.
Twelve minutes left.
I have ten laxatives in my wallet. Looking forward to 9 PM. I want to drown myself, not because I am depressed but because it sounds fun. Death sounds fun, too.
I should go.