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I made this story for Protect_Society  a loooong time ago, but I never actually submitted it XD

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Since I get more views on this story than my other stories/users, I decided to post it here

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also, if you're depressed

try not to get depressed any further

Cyberbullying

A story

(Contains rings of truth, but plot is made up)

Coming home from school was the best thing that happened to me every day.

After having to support everybody else's ignorance towards me, after supporting the guilt of my own ignorance towards the few friends I had, after supporting the stress of trying to be a perfect student, even though that goal was way out of my reach, after all of that, I was glad to finally be home.

At home, while my dad was at work, and my mother teaching classes, I could have my schoolbooks out, pretending to do homework, while being me on my computer.

At home, I could be loved by people all around, people who saw me for who I really was.

At home, I had my books, my fanfictions, and my internet friends.

At home I had not to worry about going to school again tomorrow, or about never fitting in, or about not having true friends.

At home, I had my computer, I had good internet, and I had an account on Wattpad.

That was as good as life got for me.

Until she came along.

I didn't know what I did to wrong her.

I had no idea how she knew me at all.

But there she was, and a hate account was made in my honor.

But I had not an honor anymore.

For she had said things about me.

Things that shouldn't be revealed to everybody about anybody.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was, that those things she said about me?

They were true.

And they were my secrets.

Like shields protecting me from the world outside.

But she destroyed them, she crumpled my shields up like ashes in her hand.

And I was out in the open.

And I could have reported her.

I could have done something about it.

I have told myself over and over, many times, that I would have done it if it were me.

Every time that I heard about someone being cyberbullied, I would snort and say that they were stupid for not reporting their attacker.

Until it happened to me.

And I realized

It isn't that easy.

And I realized,

Who wants to be friends with someone who is a person like the one I am?

So my friends asked me at first, if what she said was true.

And I couldn't lie to them.

I thought they would stand by me, just as they said they would.

I lost all my friends.

My computer was now my enemy.

Wattpad was just a place to get frowned upon.

And

all

I

did

was

NOTHING.

Absolutely nothing.

Because what do you do when you go home and your first reaction is to open your computer, and then you realize that the world inside it hates you?

Nothing.

You can't do a single thing.

Except go on with life.

Or...

Report her.

So I did.

But she wiggled her way out of that one.

Her account was deleted as soon as I reported her.

And I thought she was gone.

And I started to build up my reputation again.

And I had finally succeeded in having one follower back.

My first friend.

Then she came back.

And everything around me collapsed.

And at school, my few friends got tired of my rude attitude, for I no longer believed that I should be good if I wasn't good at all.

Because that is what she made me believe.

That I was worthless.

Knives are sharp.

It's a lie when people say that you can't feel anything when your choice is made.

Lies.

Because the pain stabs at my stomach.

Red is a strange color.

Dark.

Especially when it comes from myself.

Especially when it's the last color I see.

Stop cyberbullying NOW.

#HateAgainstHate