My names Carter O'Connor and I guess I'm your typical 17 year old high school student. Note my sarcasm - I am not average at all. I've been bullied since grade 7 for all the little things about me - like the beauty spot on my face, my weight and the fact I have a 'boys' name. At first I didn't mind, but over the years it's all started to build up and make me curl into myself and hate my body and looks.
I started self-harming half way through year 9. It was the day 4 girls pushed me to the ground in front of the whole school and started kicking me, for the reason of being a bit over weight. I came home crying to my mum but she said she didn't care, she told me to just grow up and get over it. That was the day I broke and really started to believe what everyone said about me. That was the day I started to think about ending my life.
*present day*
"Carter July O'Connor, if you don't get out of the bathroom and ready for school right now I'll drag you there in your bloody towel!" I heard my mother yell from downstairs. "I'm just putting my clothes on!" I yelled back.
Crap, crap, crap I thought to myself as I watched more blood flow down my arm. I ran to my bathroom cabinet trying to hold my arm up to not get blood everywhere. I dug through the draws looking for a bandage. "yes" I whispered as I found it. I quickly ran water over my bleeding wrist and dabbed it with a towel trying to dry it so I can put the bandage around it, I wrap it tight to stop the blood flow.
"Carter!" my mother yells again. Shit, I say to myself quickly wiping the tears off my face and putting a long baggy jumper on to cover my arm. I run to the bathroom door throwing it open, I run downstairs grab my bag and shoes and jump in the car.
"Took your time" my mum says looking in the rear view mirror and reversing out of our driveway. It's a 20 minute drive to school from my house so that means 20 minutes in a car with my oh so perfect mummy. Yes, I'm being sarcastic.
The car ride was surprisingly quick so I got to school just as the bell signalled first period. I hopped out of the car not even getting a goodbye from my mother.
I walked slowly to my first class as it was history and I shared that class with one of my biggest bullies, Aubrey Walker and 3 of her cheerleading friends - Brianna Curtis, Maddyson Olejko and Emma French. I got to my classroom and took a deep breath letting it out before opening the door.
"Carter your 5 minutes late, detention at recess with me." Mr Carmine said sternly turning back to the class to continue speaking. I walked to the back of the classroom and sat at the table near the window getting my books out. "Aw look little chubby wubby has no friends" I heard an irritating high pitch voice say. I kept my head down ignoring her comment. 5 more hours and I'll be back home, you can do this carter. I thought to myself.
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The Happy Girl and Me.
RomanceI am Depressed. I am alone. I am Carter. My names Carter O’Connor and I guess I’m your typical 17 year old high school student. Note my sarcasm – I am not average at all. I’ve been bullied since grade 7 for all the little petty shit about me – like...