The Bad Boy Saved Me

Chapter 1

Tears welled up my eyes for the 10th time today when I opened my Facebook.

“You fat cunt!”

“No one likes you!”

“Your mom regrets ever giving birth to you.”

“YOU’RE WORTHLESS!”

“Why don’t you just jump from The Empire State Building!?”

“You’re only hurting people you Stupid Cunt!”

“Stop creating drama and KILL YOURSELF!”

“There’s only two words for you: Attention seeker.”

What did I ever do to deserve this? When will it stop? How much more do they think I can take?

These are the thought running through my mind when I read the messages I receive every day. At first it was only one person. One guy. His name is Bobby. Come to think off it it’s not a name you would have ever thought a person so mean could have. But I guess that doesn’t matter. Bobby and I? We go long back. In fact we used to be like siblings. We stood up for each other and he told me he loved me. Now? Now everything is different. One day he stopped talking to me. He didn’t reply to my texts, didn’t pick up when I called, pretended he wasn’t home when I came to his house, and he turned the other way when he saw me on the streets or in the hallway.  After about 2 weeks he started the bullying. At first it was only some name-calling. Stuff like “Bitch”, “Fat”, “ugly” and “Unloved”. Those were some of the words he started using. Then the physical bullying started. I was shoved into lockers, my books were knocked out of my hands, he slapped me and he tripped me.

Now let’s take a step back. All of this? It might seem unreal. It might seem fake. It might not seem so bad to some of you. But for me? This is my life. This is my everyday. This is what I wake up to every morning and what I go the bed to every night. This is my story.

My name is Elizabeth, and I’m 16. The bullying has been going on for almost a year. Bobby? He’s 17. And frankly I loved him.

Keyword: Loved.

I don’t know what changed. I don’t know if it was something I did or if he just changed. Or maybe this was his intention all the time. You know get to know me, make me trust him, make me love him and then leave me. I don’t know. All I do know? Is that the Bobby I used to love is gone and he’ll never come back. No matter how hard I try. And this? This is my story

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Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep!

 

I threw my hand around in the air searching for my alarm only to realize that I would have to get up to stop it. Great. Another fantastic morning. As the beeping continued I threw off my duvet and got up from my Oh-So-Beloved bed. Finally turning off my alarm I looked myself in the mirror. Scars were showing on my stomach, thighs, arms and wrist. I sighed and walked towards my bathroom. I did my morning ritual – Taking a shower, brushing my teeth and hair – and went to my closet. I pulled out a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a Jack Daniels sweater and pulled it on. I grabbed my phone and bag and headed down the stairs towards the kitchen. As I looked down at my phone three sentences where lighting up on the screen.