My life had been great. My parents adored me and i had lot of friends. I was the tall, smart, funny, awesome kid. Them came sixth grade and it all came crashing down. I was no longer the kid everyone loved. My father started to yell at me a lot. Every day he would scream at me for silly things. Then my mom stopped paying attention to me. She was always on the internet as if I wasn't even there. All my "friends stopped talking to me. My grades dropped and things just keep getting worse. Then one night I was sitting in my room crying about something, I couldn't move at all and I felt like everything was spinning and My mind raced. But it all stopped when one little idea came to my head. My body went auto pilot as I stood up and grabbed my scissors if my desk. I hadn't even realize I did it until I saw the blood run down my arm. They say things will get better but they aren't. I have one friend left and he is in the UK while I'm stuck in America. My parents still hate me. I still have no friends at school. I still cut. The only reason I'm not dead is because of my one UK friend. He's becoming depressed and I need to watch out for him and keep him going. I refuse to let him fall into the same trap.
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
