Don't Change Yourself

Freshman Year!

It was the beginning of High School, YA! (not). I was so scared to start High School just because of my Depression. I was scared that I wouldn't make any friends, but I made some, aside from my Elementary friends. I met one of my best friends. Her name is Mary. She was like a sister to me. No matter what happened between us, I was always there. But, anyway. It was 3 weeks into school, and I was getting the hang of being the Freshman of High School, and I started getting picked on again. Some things they said were like: 'your a slut', 'You have no boobs', 'You don't fit in this crowd', 'Go die', 'Even if you go lifeless, we wouldn't care', 'If you became famous, no one would care about you', 'Do us all a favor and just go die and blame yourself'.

I hated them so badly that I wanted to die, but then I remember what Sommer, my littlest sister, said to me in the seventh grade, and I thought about ruining things instead of my wrists. I didn't cut my body since that day, but I shattered a window, crashed a car, demolished my radio screen, and made a dent in my bedroom wall. My mom and dad wanted to know why I did all of this, but all I told them was that I was bored, and wanted to do something. And, they yelled at me saying that if I ever do that ever again, then they will take me to a foster home. That made me really mad, and I just started crying, and punched my mirror in the bathroom, and they asked me if I was alright.

"No! I am not okay. I am really depressed and I don't know what to do to help it. OK!? I really don't know how to handle it." They called my grandparents and they came over while mom was helping me clean up my bloody hands.

"What is wrong, Gen? Why didn't you tell us when you knew that you could get help years ago?" asked my grandma.

"I didn't want you guys to dwell on me and mg cutting problems. She said that no matter what would happen, she would always be there for me no matted what. A month passed, and I went to the park with my friend,and this little boy came over to me and hugged me, and asked me why I cut my leg, and pointed to it. I started crying, and looked at my friend and she told him that some kids hated her, and she got too depressed, and she couldn't handle it. He looked at me, and I gave him the biggest hug I have ever given someone. He asked me to never do if again, and called his mom over, and she said that his babysitter told him that if he sees girls with my problem to give them a big hug, and say everything will be OK, and just look positively. Ever since that day, I never cut ever again.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: I don't care what you say. They will not hurt me. Anyway, I will update as soon as I can at any time. :-) :-*