Her Suicide Story

Chapter 2

At school it's the same everyday for her.

Go to the door with the bullies waiting to taunt and hurt her again. Kicked, slapped, stepped on.

"Ugly."

"Worthless."

"Go die."

She curls up into a fetus position hoping it will end soon. Little does her bullies know, their words hurt more than they will ever know. Little do her bullies know, that tomorrow she might not be there for them to pick on. Little do they know, that they are slowly killing an innocent girl in this world, who is just as much a human as they are.

Nothing runs through their heads as they hurt her. An innocent girl they are hurting, yet they don't care. Why can't they see that she could have the world, that she is beautiful, that even though it's just a name, or just a kick, it still hurts?

All the other people do is watch- some with sympathy, some with hate. Why won't they help her? Because this generation has become accustomed to bullying, they think it's okay, they think it doesn't matter. What would they do if it was their brother or sister, a loved one, or even themselves? Would they set there and still let it happen, would they step in and help them? Even if you don't know the person sitting there on the floor, help them. If you were in their shoes you would want someone to help you too.

One person, one friend, one bystander that speaks up. This is what could be the beginning of stopping this all. If one person would stand up for another it would start a chain, an unbreakable chain that could go all across the world for the start to end bullying.

After they're done, like everyday, she limps to the bathroom to compose herself. Bloody lip, bruised stomach, and a blade that is gliding across her skin. Her sense of control: cutting. Once she cleans herself up she continues the day like normal. Go to classes, go to lunch and eat nothing, finish classes, go outside and get beat up again.

This is not a way to live your life.