Author Note: The story is about a girl, and the problems she has to face with kids harrassing her at school. One stupid decison she made, changed her life forever.
Bullying
I took a deep breath as I gently put the blade of the knife to my skin. Slowly, I dug it deeper and deeper, until I saw the warm red blood flow out onto the surface. It hurt, but I felt all the misery, pain, and pressure pour out of me. I was in my own little world; I was free. Every cut released an aching memory of the students at my school, attacking me. How can people be so cruel? Especially my “best friends.” They’re the ones who are supposed to be there for me, not stabbing me in the back, and creating all this mayhem. I’m not proud of some of the decisions I’ve made in my life, but that’s where I need the mental and emotional supports from my friends, to keep me stable. All they’re doing is tearing me down, and ripping me to shreds with their devious words. As I try to look into the present, they keep dragging me back into the past. Every day I wake up, wishing I hadn’t. From the outside I look alive, but in the inside I’m dead. I can’t function, knowing that every day I have to go to what feels like hell; school. A salty tear rolls down my cheek, and seeps to the corner of my mouth. Soon multiple begin to dispense down, I don’t make a sound, but I just sit there letting the water wash me away. I fall back into a cloud of pillows, praying there’s a way out. I close my eyes, and the memories rapidly begin to flood my brain. Walking through the halls listening to the small evil voices whispering “slut, whore bag, tramp” echo through me, trying to ignore these cowards, as I proceed to walk down these dark narrow hallways that seem to never end. People never realized the pain I was going through, and how much it hurt as my soul was being crushed inch by inch as those spiteful words came piercing through my ears.
I never knew that one small harmless decision could change everything. Brandon was my boyfriend, I trusted him with my life. The way I felt about him was indescribable. I was willing to do anything for that boy, and by doing that, lead me only to shame and suffering. It was a mistake, sending him that nude picture, but he promised me it was only between us and no one else. Stupid girl, I should have known. It was sent on a Saturday night, and that Monday over half the school already had me on their phone. I was modified. Walking into to school to see hysterical laughing, and fingers pointing, my heart dropped down into my stomach, I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. I was a strong girl, I played if off, hoping it would blow over, but it didn’t. Week after week, I was gradually being brought down to the lowest point of my life, where I am at now. I have no feelings anymore, I’m empty. I am mentally and emotionally gone, and maybe physically I should be next. No one would notice, no one cares for me enough. I don’t belong here anymore; sacrificing my life would be the best thing that happened to me. I would be happy again, I would be free. I wouldn’t have to deal with my friends and students, eating me alive day by day trying to make me endure pain and suffering, I would escape this horrible place, and go to a much more beautiful delightful place; Heaven. The thought of happiness, over flowed my mind. I hadn’t experienced this feeling in a while, and wanted it back again. Slowly, took a deep breath as I gently put the blade of the knife to my skin. I wasn’t scared, but more eager; I was beginning a new life without all the hatred and hurt. It was the start of something new, and I couldn’t wait any long to experience it. Then, at that moment, I dug the knife deep right into my bare heart, right where all my classmates had ripped it out of me.
