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Storytime-

This is why I hate Valentines Day and how Bryant got his name.

In 9th grade, I had my eye on this guy who had just transferred in that fall. He was tall and blonde and fit with a bright white smile, from California. About as stereotypically all-American good looks as you can get. I knew very little about him except that he looked good, but then that was enough for me. I was being teased by my then "friends" that I had plenty of crushes on guys, but had never told one face-to-face that I liked them. So I decided that Valentines Day was going to be the time. I made one out of paper and ... well it went almost exactly like these pages.

I don't remember now whether Bryant was his first or last name. (for the character, it is the first)

I would have been fine with a yes or no, a "thanks but no thanks". I was not fine with the fact he laughed hysterically at me, tore it up, crumpled it up, and threw it at me. That all his friends laughed at me as well while I walked away in shame. It might have been alright if that was the end of it, but it wasn't.

He didn't talk to me, and I stayed away from him. HOWEVER, his friends, who I didn't know (not even their names), constantly harassed me. Pushing me in the hall, saying "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" accusingly, as if handing a guy a paper heart on Valentines day was a war crime. Then they actively started trying to kill me. Trying to push me down stairs, and then one day pushing me into fast moving traffic and being disappointed when the car stopped short, not killing me.

I had to stay in groups for weeks, couldn't walk alone anywhere in fear for my life. Eventually they got bored of playing their games with me.

ALL. THIS. OVER. A. PAPER. HEART.

Highschool was its own special hell. Even worse was they way no one seemed to care. Not "friends", not teachers, not the administration, not police. I... could go more into other stories but I won't. Even this makes me feel sore all over again.

Story made short--- I hate Valetines, I now value personality over looks, and I've immortalized Bryant as a jerk in fiction.

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(I'll color it later...)

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:iconarouraslythe:
Wow. It's amazing you didn't harbor those feelings for later revenge. Good for you.

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"The only abnormal sexual desire, is none at all..." - Sigmond Frued.
:iconsilvanoir:
Well I am getting my "revenge" through fiction. Pouring my feelings into my writing and art keeps me sane.
:iconarouraslythe:
Personally, I snapped one day and became a bully myself. I did a lot of things I'm not very proud of, all while blinded by humiliation and rage. I'm getting over them adn trying to help others but i really honor you for not resorting to a more uncivilized form of satisfication.

I must say, your coloring technique is awesome btw.

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"The only abnormal sexual desire, is none at all..." - Sigmond Frued.
:icontremorfireheart:
a couple of people picked on me a couple of times. some did it for a couple days. then I kind of snapped on them. they stopped shortly thereafter.

I had horrible luck as far as girls went in highschool. my first girlfriend was killed in a military executionary style by her dad before he commited suicide. Then I had some girls move out of state the day after I asked them out and well theres been a number of mishaps.

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:iconxshelaghx:
That was quite a nasty experience for you. I hope including it in your comic helps. :heart:

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:iconsilvanoir:
I snapped later on.... my last year and a half of highschool people commented that I was "demented"... of course, they'd driven me to it. Mostly I sunk into depression. But I'm better now; it's been a long time.

Yikes, I'm sorry about what happened there.
:iconlunadeshadow:
Oh damn, that's a nasty experience.

I've seen stuff like this happen before to, only it's usually not as severe. Yikes.

I am really sorry, and I know you probably felt embarressed beyond reasoning.

Here's something to give you a bit of cheer.....one day, he'll be goin down the street, swingin' his arms and drop dead. :XD:

Ah, morbid thoughts. How they cheer you. :fuzzydemon:

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:icontremorfireheart:
well I have had several years to deal with the emotions, but I would like to think that at least I might have learned some life lessons and become a better person.

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