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seeming genuinely
curious rather than participating in the mocking.
    “He listens to
that heavy metal shit. Like that devil worship kind. All you hear
when walking past his rooms is screams and squeaks. You can’t tell
what the fuck is going on. He is probably in there slashing his
wrists or some shit.”
    The boys
responded with a mixture of gasps and roaring laughs. Spat drinks
and food flying everywhere. The bystanders covering their mouths
with their hands and swallowing a few giggles.
    I attempted to
stop it by using shock. I rested my elbow on the table and pulled
down my sleeved to expose an array of cut marks across my left arm,
descending to my concealed upper arm. The most recent cut still
seeping. “You are right. I actually was slitting my wrists.” I
grinned widely. “Impressive isn’t it?”
    Some scowled,
some flinched, some stopped chewing and some spit the food in their
mouths back into their plates. The silence swept the whole table,
everyone just staring and some gasping at its sight. Then there was
mumbling. They started looking at each other.
    “That is
disgusting,” Jay said. “Put that away please.”
    I defiantly
stared into his eyes. “No, let’s carry on talking. Are you gonna
tell me black people don’t do this too?”
    “Sandy, please
put that away dude. We are eating here. We are asking you nicely,
okay?” said one of his cronies, his eyes watery.
    I covered it up
and resumed eating my meal as if nothing had happened. I could
sense their dumbfounded glances exchanging around the table and a
select few just staring down their plates unable to shake the image
of what they had seen, twirling and probing it in their heads. A
significant number of them plainly dazed.
    “Sandy, if you
ever go on a killing spree, because your kind does crazy shit like
that, would you please not start with me?” said Jay with a tinge of
sarcasm.
    A few people
laughed.
    He addressed
them. “I’m serious though guys.” He chuckled uncontrollably. “Sandy
is some manic depressive freak, I tell ya. You gotta try be on his
good side.” He turned my way. “Sandy, please just let me know,
dude. If you just snap at least don’t start with me, okay? Be fair,
give me a head start.” He chortled. “Okay, Sandz?”
    The whole
offered some type of weak laughs but the most vigorous were from
him and his cronies.
    As the pain
escalated and the shame worsened I bit down my tongue as hard as I
can. I figured I could not ask him what he would be doing this
weekend from here. With a bloated heart and enveloped by a veil of
darkness, my lips began to tremble and tears blurred my vision
before slipping down my jaws in rivers. The thought of sinking the
table knife in his neck a very tempting one, I fought and trembled
to let go of the knife and the fork. Images of blood spurting out
his neck as he shudders and screams filled my mind. His shocked
wriggling body waning and kicking the furniture around and the
bystanders petrified and flustered at the sight.
    Soon, Jay,
very soon you will know how it’s like , I thought.
    Quickly I arose
and flounced out the place.
     
5
     
    Standing under
the willow tree outside in the garden, I distraughtly wiped my
tears burst after burst with my rocking palms, fingers and fists. I
would not walk to residence from there because I ran a risk of
running into someone which would make the encounter even more
embarrassing. Could not bear the thought of anyone else witnessing
my desolation. The willow tree was where no one would think to look
even with a mindless glance, not even a place where a stoner would
want to be. It was damp and mosquitos whirred about. The self-blame
started boiling up inside of me resulting into more waves of tears
that rendered my hands slipper, I noticed that I would have to use
my wrists if that continued. Against my pathetic attempts to calm
myself stood the resounding insults inducing a sensation of a thin
thread being pulled through my brain, leaving me with