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by VeahNovah

by VeahNovah

My name is Nyia . I was born March 17, 2001, in a small country town.

Let me tell about my life.

It was about 2 months into 1st grade & I was being bullied. See my hard life started at 7 year old...to be honest I don't remember anything before that age. Life started then. I was being bullied by a teacher... I remember walking into school, one fall morning; I can feel the fear radiating off my body as I walk to class. I tried to keep my tears in as walk into class preparing myself for another day of what felt like torture.

At 7 years old! Can't you believe it!?—I remember turning in work while she'll look at me as if she wanted to harm me.

Those devilish eyes

Some days, I would be happy when she didn't embarrass me in front of my classmates or made them laugh at me.

I remember trying to hold my pee so I wouldn't have to deal with her pulling my pants down. Whenever I went to the bathroom that was built in the room with us, I was scared she'd come in. Now currently 18, i wonder if that bathroom still exists in that sad classroom where my life changed forever!

I remember getting bullied by this boy named Tank. Him & the teacher would bully me almost everyday. I can remember exactly how they look. I used to see them around town often.

I remember how she used to manipulate my parents into believing that was a

PROBLEM CHILD.

The whoppings from them used to be bad. They couldn't understand why i was so bad at school, I didn't do any work & I started peeing on myself again after being potty trained.

But I knew why.

I tried to tell them but I was unheard .

I hate them for that! For a very very long time! I looked up to them as my protectors but they were weak, young-mind adults. They didn't do anything until it was too late & nothing could be done.

After all that bullying & wishing I would leave her class someday, she flunked me. Now instead of 12 years of school it will be 13 years of school for me next year when I graduate. This affected my life so bad! Seeing my cousins graduate without me—before me—hunted me like a wave of sadness. But I'm not here to tell my story for sympathy but to reach out to you—to remind you —to be kind—to give love—show love

—& be of love.

Unheard- not heard or listened to

Not being heard was a start of long history of toxic relationships, situations, & more. It became a clear trait in my life.

When I was 13, I was raped. August 7, 2019. Nobody believed me. I can remember everything for that day, every detail. I became hyper-sexual. I started to hate myself. I had became with child & nobody knew. I had became infected with chlamydia. After my mom found out, she didn't called the police instead she left me to hurt alone. She didn't believe me not even my dad. That crushed my heart forever.

The nurse prescribed me some abortion pills will the approval from my mom & me. I took em. Now forever mourning for that baby. The Nurse ended up calling the police to my house that day. They questioned me. I remember the officer behind me crying while listening to me tell the story so ever so numbly.

This officer will later become more apart of my life.

The case went cold & he didn't get locked up. 365 days of him threatening me with his friends. He found I out I was pregnant from his friends. They didn't know that I wasn't anymore. Word got out more eventually drama started it. It was one of the worst times of my life. Now years later he tells people he doesn't remember that happening.

Years later I am healing.

There is more to my story.