Tell me why I should stay...
My name is Charles and I am seventeen years old.
The past two months have been the worst months of my life. I don't even know where to begin...
On January 28th, my best friend committed suicide. We had been growing apart for a while, but I didn't realize that he was getting more and more distant from the people around him. In hindsight, I should have known, I should have seen the signs. On his last night, he wrote his girlfriend a letter, in which he apparently explained why he chose this path... He also included a portion that was written to me and his other friends. His girlfriend found it and read her part and, according to his wishes, did not read mine. But I never got a chance to read it, as the police confiscated it.
As time has gone on, his girlfriend and I have been a sort of mutual support system, if you will. We help each other when times are rough, I have dissuaded her from taking her own life more than once, though I had never though about taking mine.
The dominoes started falling after that, as they say. At Evan's funeral, my car was broken into and my phone was stolen. That phone had my entire life in it, including important contacts for my company (which I started on January 2nd). Since I could no longer reach those contacts, my company has basically failed.
My home life has been getting progressively worse: my stepfather and I have a long history and it seems to be all culminating now. Since Evan passed, I have become less active in my family. This elicits rude comments and raging outbursts from my stepfather. My mother, if not partaking in my berating, stands idly by. He hates me. That much is clear. My mother tries to pretend for my sake I suppose... But it getting difficult to bear on a daily basis since I can no longer leave to get away. Which brings me to my next topic.
I was in a car accident on Valentine's Day. My car was totaled and I was knocked unconscious, which made me not able to remember anything leading up to or immediately after the wreck. My mother seemed less worried about whether I was okay, and more about how much insurance will rise. Same with my stepfather except that he was far more verbally abusive than my mother.
Since the wreck, I have been doing worse in school; I find it hard to focus and find school irrelevant to my life. I am flunking three of my classes and have a D in another, all of them being core classes. My outlook for college is dwindlingly diminished.
I have also found that people have started to dislike me, some even hate me, all for reasons I know not of. Rumors spread like wildfire in school. Rumors that Evan blamed me. Rumors that it was my fault. But I can't disprove them; I never saw the letter. I do not know who was at fault.
For the past three weeks, I have entered into a state of emotional depression. I have been having suicidal thoughts and feelings, though I have yet to attempt, I feel that day grows ever near.
Please explain to me if there are any valid reasons that cannot be disproved as to why I should stay. My dilemma is: why should I stay in a world where people blame me and hate me for something that physically hurts me to even talk about??