The Story of my Life like FR

The Beginning

I would like to say that I had a pretty nice childhood, mother was firm but understanding, father was passive but the voice of reason. I have a younger brother, Callum, and thankfully I have a great relationship with him.

Everything at home was fine but it was at school where it wasn't.

Maybe this might be me critiquing the failures of my school but I was bullied, badly. As I try and look for answers as to why, I still can't. 

The failures of my middle school and my early age passivity allowed me to embark on the worst years of my life. 

Years filled with social rejection, depression, and in the limbo of whether or not I wanted to live has unfortunately contributed to the struggles I faced years later.

My name is Brie Romanova and this is my story. 

As I write this I am 18 years old, soon to start my freshman year in college. I am blonde, I have green eyes, I like sports, and my favorite color is green. 

I think it is important that we start from the very beginning to all this madness. So, let us rewind 8 years ago, 4th grade.

When I was in the 4th grade, there was this new boy who had started at my middle school from a German international school. Him and I hit it off instantly and I was obsessed with him.

His friend, Tom, who I grew up with since kindergarden was very aggressive towards me. Would say very sexual things as a 4th grader to me. This behavior continued to 5th grade where the conflict really started.

5th grade his behavior only grew more sexual in nature, asking me to show him my bra and talking about sexual topics that I, a 5th grader, had no idea about.

During lunch, one of my friends came up to me, "Tom is saying really mean things to me. I don't know what I should do."

That sentence unknowingly would cause a chain reaction in my life.

I marched up to him and confronted him about his behavior towards my friend.

Yes, I threatened him. 

My threat was one of the biggest regrets of my life as I felt that if I had avoided those words I could have avoided this problem altogether. But I, a dumb, naive 5th grader decided that in order to protect my friend and myself, I needed to use an empty threat.

I had told him not to mess with me because I had possessed weapons that I did not in-fact have.

His response?

"Well, I could stab you with a ballistic knife. Then what would you do?"

For reference a ballistic knife is a knife with a detachable blade that can be ejected to a distance of several meters/yards by pressing a trigger (Wikipedia).

I was at a loss for words and just finished the argument by saying "just don't mess with my friends".

Little did I know that this argument would blow up come 6th grade year, the worst year of my life.