Submission 1105

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It all started when it was nearing my birthday. I was throwing a party and invited lots of people and also some of my closest friends to stay the night. I was so happy when me and my family were setting up the house. I ran to my room and got hanged as fast as I could. The guests started arriving so I went out and greeted them and told them to come into the house. Everyone was having fun and laughing. We were all playing games and daring each other. Eventually everyone dicided to go home except for the people who were staying. We all got dressed into our pajamas and watched movies until one girl asked everyone who they liked. It got round to me and I said his name the girl who asked gave me a nasty glare. The day it was my actual birthday I didn't want to go to school. I was allowed the day off. Until I got a message off my "bestest friend that someone was spreading rumours about me. I ended up not going in school for the whole week. The day I went back in everyone looked at me and started to whisper until a popular girl came up to me and pushed me to the floor. Everyone started laughing at me so I ran to my next lesson and stayed in there. I was walking home when people started to push me near the road I nearly got hit by a car when the lollipop lady came out and put her stick in front of the car to tell him to stop I got up thanked her and ran back to my house. I felt so worthless but the worst thing is none of the kids at my school knew I had depressing anxiety bipolar and suicidal thoughts they just thought I was a normal girl but the were wrong. I got home and ran to my room no one in my house questioned it, I burst into my room and searched around for something sharp. I grabbed the blade on lightly dragged it across my arm gradually pushing deeper and deeper I saw my arm pouring blood and cleaned the wound and wore a bandage. I went in the next day with people asking me what I did to my arm of course I lied I told them I trapped my arm in a door. They beloved me and I always stayed inside for break and dinner so I wouldn't be mobbed by gangs of bullies shouting horrible things to me throwing pieces of food at me I hated it. On day I was contemplating death but I didn't want to see my family upset. I am still alive and still getting bullies I want to stand up to then and scream at them for mistreating me and tell the whole school about my mental issues but that would lead to more bullying. I now sit alone In class and never go out at home, most of the time when everyone else is gone from my house I like to sit in my cupboard and draw bit people say I trace my drawings which also makes me mad and upset no one noes what is going on with me and I need help x

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