As you walk into school, the pain starts. You're not safe there. Or anywhere. People knock your books out of your hands. They call you names. Push you into the lockers. You have no friends. Walking down the halls, people whisper about you. Its gone to the point where you cant take it anymore. You run home after school so no one can talk to you. You barley look up at school. When you get home you grab the razor and lock yourself in the bathroom. The blood rushes out of you. How much longer can you do this. Not that long. When you log in on Facebook or Instagram all the comments are hate. You're too fat. You're a bitch. You're a slut. You attention whore. Everything you do. You cant do it right. But there is one thing you can do right. Leave. You set down the razor and look for pills. You find some and open them up. You're shaking as they fall into your hands.
No one will ever help you.
You brace yourself and realize that if you do this, theres no turning back. You choke them down. You can hear your brother calling you as you fall to the ground. He runs around the house trying to find you. But when he does, it's too late. He just stares down at you in shock. He's about the same age as you and you were best friends. He calls 911 and your mom. They come rushing into the house and into the bathroom. Your mom puts your head on her lap. Shes in tears. Your brother runs out of the room crying. A few days later at your funeral, no one knows what to say. But one girl comes out. The girl who cyber bullied you everyday after school. She tells everyone what she did and that shes sorry. The boy who started rumors about you said what he did. All the people who hurt you came out. When your brother gets home he doesn't talk.
He's been depressed since you've left. Your brother looks at the notifications on your phone. Theres comments and texts saying you deserved to die.
No one will ever help you.
Years later and your brother started a program. It's a club where you can tell everyone about how you've been bullied and you can reach out to others. They haven't forgotten about you. They remember you very well. There is one kid who doesn't remember you. But that kid did something to you. He didn't know it had a bug effect on you. He stood up for you. If he didn't, you. would've been gone a long time ago. You killed yourself. All these people hurt you. All these people told you to die. All these people left you hate. All these people physically and emotionally hurt you. No one will ever help you? Theres at least one person out there who will help you. Find that one person. They just might save your life.
