I am bullied.
I'm twelve, and I'm a freak. At leadt that's what everyone tells me.
I used to have two best friends who loved and cared for me. That all changed when they transfered schools. I became the loner.
I used to talk in class, but now I don't have my small little 'clique' anymore.
I'm quite averange height, and I don't think people even notice when they bully me. They call me fat, ugly, a b*tch.
And I laugh. And they laugh.
They think it's a joke. They think it's all fun and games. I was hurt. I am hurt. I am hurt, broken and lonely.
I cut. I never knew what was cutting before I read a fanfic. The boy used to cut when his supposedly 'friends' laughed at him, called him names, and abused him. I felt like him, so I decided to cut.
Never too deep, I told myself. I cut slowly, sometimes not breaking the skin and just leaving red marks embedded in.
I can't stop. It's like a drug, an addiction.
Yet they still call me names, and I still smile. Laugh. Joke.
They call me fat. I laugh and tell them I'm 45kg, and they laugh and tell me i'm not. They call me ugly. I laugh and nod along. They call me stupid, I tell them I scored higher than them in the exams. They call me annoying, I tell them okay, and walk away.
I'm sick and tired of them bullying me. I have bulimia and anorexia. I stick my freaking finger down my throat every night.
I hate myself. I hate the fact that I'm so fat. I hate the fact that I'm so stupid. I hate the fact that I love my friends too much to tell them stop. I hate the fact that I stop people from bullying them, when they bully me. I hate the fact that I let them hit and kick me, only to pretend it doesn't hurt. I hate the fact that I'm not perfect. I hate the fact that I'm me. I hate the fact that I'm alive.
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BULLIED
Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...