A story to all bullies

Hi I'm Sky. Sky O'Sullivan. This is my story.

I'm just gonna give you a brief telling of my school life then go onto the bulling part going back to first year.
It all started when I went into secondary school. I was a happy and joyful first year. Bright and bubbly. Always had a smile on my face everyone says. I've never been the same as other people. I've always been different. Wether it's my looks, the way I act, my background. I just don't know. I never found out and probably never will. I guess the fact is that I'd rather not. I'd rather keep of the knowledge I have now that learn more about my horrible past. Of course I still have the memories and they will probably never go away. I accept that now. No matter how hard I try them memories are stuck there forever. I still have nightmares about my childhood. You see I never had a good childhood but I never let that hold me back. My mum and dad were always fighting. I had to move house on a number of occasions. Had to move schools and leave the few friends, if any, that I had. Still I never let it hold me back. Hiding from my dad. Still nope. Never fitting in. Well that held me back a little, but not that much. I didn't know quite how I managed them things from the age of 4. The only thing that held me back fully was the bullies. I mean come to think of it the bullies in my primary schools were not even proper bullies. They said stuff like "You have no friends, you'll never fit in" or "I don't like what you have for lunch" and being that age, as you do, you say "I'm telling on you!". Believe me that never worked. I had anxiety for the age of 9 but people said I was just nervous. I know what anxiety is. I know I had it. It was only when I was 11 that my anxiety got really bad and I got diagnosed with severe anxiety. The next year I was diagnosed with schizophrenia. I had hallucinations nearly every day. By this point I was in secondary school and people made fun of me for it. I was put on medication 2 times a day for the next two years. When I was 13 the bulling got really bad. I developed anger issues. I hate using that term. I fought back to the bullies and almost got suspended when I couldn't take it anymore and punched someone so hard they fell to the ground and started bleeding. I then ran off and punched a brick wall. One of my teachers Miss O'Hare caught me. I was brought to the principals office and told if I did anything like that again I would be suspended or even worse expelled. Luckily that never happened. My behaviour got increasingly worse in the moths to follow. Leading up to Easter of second year I had to go to counselling but never spoke a word. Pretty idiotic I know but it's just the way I was at that time. In 3rd year depression struck me like a lighting bolt. It hit me so hard and it was painful. I felt lifeless. In fourth year, the first year of my GCSEs I still had depression. But it turned to severe and stuck there until lower sixth, the first year of my A-Levels. I still had mild schizophrenia though. The medication helped a lot and I'm thankful for that. I passed my A-Levels but only just. My brain was still coming out of a very dark place that it had been in for about 5 years. I had to get a number of classroom assistants through my time at school and I absolutely hated it. I tried to avoid them at break and lunch and never spoke a word to them in class. It seemed to work most of the time as that's what a lot of other people did too. That is the end of my school years and I went on to live a not so happy life but oh well. Nobody can have a perfect life apart from Barbie and Ken.