I've always been the sort of girl who's quiet, I'm one of those people that when I ask what's up, I care, kept everything to myself, and at the start of year 10, my whole life changed.
I got closer to a boy called max, I knew he didn't love me, but I loved him, so much, more than words can explain, at least thats what I thought, and that's when it all started.
In class one day, max walked in, sat next to me, I felt so happy, I felt like all I needed was him in my life, and my friends of course, they were the main reason I went to school everyday, but Max, he changed me, I thought I was starting to like who I was becoming. We became so close, sleeping round each others houses, becoming best friends, then our relationship happened.
One day I slept at his house, we'd been going out for almost 8 months at the time, we were very serious, we kissed, we'd even had sex once or twice, but he thought he could just take advantage of me, use me, I felt like I only existed when he wanted something, as we got closer I got to see what he was really like, he got jealous and nasty when the littlest things went wrong or didn't go his way, that's why I tried committing suicide.
One day he came on to me, wanted to have sex, but I said no, and he really didn't like it, I tried packing my stuff and walking out, he didn't let that happen.
He almost raped me, if it wasn't for his parents walking through the front door I would have been hurt.
After that day I ended the whole relationship, he never talked to me, I ignored him, life was going great, until a few months later when I received threatening phone calls, texts, at first I thought I could just laugh it off, maybe it was a joke, but it just carried on and on and on.
I was getting bullied in school, they were sticking notes on my locker, throwing bottles of pee at me, leaving razors in my locker with notes saying 'USE IT YOU BITCH' and 'NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE'
One day I got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, the school didn't do anything, my dad was working away at the time, he wouldn't have been home for a few months, maybe a year, and mum had enough on her mind, so I couldn't tell them.
One day I decided to use mums tablets, she had a lot so they'd help her be less stressed out, I didn't think she'd need them because she was getting better, so I used them.
I took about 3 boxes of them, I knew I was so close to dying, when my mum rushed through the door shouting "alice stay with me darling, stay with me"
Next day I woke up finding myself in hospital, covered in wires and my mum sat holding my hand sobbing.
"Oh my god alice, I'm so glad your okay!" She shouted rapping her arms around me.
"Please, tell me why you did this, I'll sort it out I promise"
"No one mum, it's fine, I can handle it"
She smiled at me, she tucked my hair behind my ear and whispered "I love you honey, and I always will"
I held her hand and whispered back "I love you to mum"
and that's how it all went, all because of one person, and I think there's a moral to this story, that you should think before you say something, words hurt.
