It was January 2012 and I was fifteen years old when I was in the worst situation a teenage girl could ever be in, I had told my best friend at a sleepover we had had lately all my secrets she promised she would keep them. So I believed her, the next days got abusive text messages and mails bringing up some horrible things in my life that I didn't want to recall on and it made my so depressed. I bucked up the courage and phoned my so called 'friend' and said to her "why the hell did you tell everyone my secrets you know how precious they are to me, I thought I could trust you!" I slammed down the phone with anger. I had my dinner and came back up to my room I had 3 new message from my friend saying that she thought I would find it funny and said it was only a joke. I thought to myself maybe it was but I certainly didn't feel it being like that I felt the exact opposite I felt like some sort of laughing stock! I talked to pupil support about it and they got me to councillors and I got to express what I was feeling, I could tell them anything and most of all they understood. Once they thought I was stable enough to face going back to school they informed my parents to let them know the arrangements. I went back to school surprisingly it was alright for a couple of days but then one day I was walking home from school and a bunch of girls a few years above my cornered me and starting cursing and shouting at me, I was terrified. I asked them what they wanted they looked at each other and laughed. They back off and ran off. I sprinted all the way home and explained to my mum what happened and she phoned the police, my councillor and my dad because he was at work. That night my mum told me I was shaken up had slurred speech she thought I was going to pass out. I got more and more depressed knowing what I was going to face when I went to school I lied saying I felt sick and I would have to stay off because I was terrified of how I was treated there. I couldn't believe all this happened because of my friend telling my secret and it getting changed and mixed up it was like a game of Chinese whispers! I had had enough and thought I couldn't take any more of it and I went through severe depressive and was feeling like committing suicide. Then my friend came to me and apologised and said that she wouldn't ever do it again, I didn't know whether to believe her of not so I just said " well you know what I don't know if I can trust you now or not" she smiled at me held my hand and said your my best friend and walked away. I felt reassured and much happier I started going to after school and sports clubs which I liked very much and I made new friends and was more outgoing than I used to be. I felt so good, I never knew I would get through what I went through but it just shows if you don't give up you will make it.
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Dont give up while falling apart
Teen FictionNot very good but it's my first story...