Pop goes Punk vv (a band fanfic)

Chapter 7- The past is revealed

Enjoy! WARNING: part of this could be triggering. If you could possible be triggered skip to where it says NOW in bold.

Recap:

‘Die’ I thought. I like how it ends right there and lets you decide what this sad little girl would do. She would rather die.

I used to be like that.

Julia’s POV

 

Me at age 14. Depressed, Suicidal, Fat, Bullied, and self harm. That was basically all I was three or four years ago. I was over weight and basically everyone bullied me. I only had one friend, Dayna, who was just like me. We both were bullied by the same people about the same things so we became friends and each other’s rock.

After a while I had stopped eating and it all got worse.I wish I hadn't. One day I just snapped. I had walked into school and my locker was covered with pieces of paper that said fat, whore, and a lot of other insults. It seems so stupid to me now, but back then it seemed like a death sentence. It seems that that day people decided to go all out on me. Everywhere I went those pieces of paper were everywhere. My seats in classes, my locker over and over again, and they would just plain out throw them at me. They lashed out so bad at us that I just didn't get it. 

At lunch Dayna and I sat at our table not eating because we both stopped. Then the bullies came up to us and started throwing Twinkies at us. I was done. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the school. I ran home and into my house. I had had enough. It was all the same for the past three years, ever since I was eleven.

I grabbed my journal and a pen sobbing. I remember that day so vividly. I could barely see through my tears but I managed to write a goodbye note to my parents, brother, sister, and Dayna. I folded them up all nice in envelopes and wrote everyone’s names on the envelopes. My tears splattered on them and I walked into my bathroom.

I had cut all up my thigh until my arm was tired. I did one very deep one on my upper left thigh deeper than all the other ones. I then dug out an old rope a had and a bottle of old pills. I took one. Then two. Then six. What I didn’t know though was that my brother had come home early from school. I didn’t hear him open the door but he heard me crying and screaming.

NOW

He ran upstairs and saw me almost lifeless on the floor.  He started sobbing and called the ambulance. I was rushed to the hospital and saved. My mother had come. Her and Brett are the only ones who knew. We told Alana and my dad that I took Tylenol that were 8 years out of date so I became gravely ill.

All my scars are gone now except for the two deeper ones I had on my thighs. And people wonder why I’ve never been photographed in a swimsuit. Because I can’t. The deep ones are visible only a little. I’ve worn swimsuits around Alana and my dad and they never said anything so I guess there fine. After that we moved to Georgia. I took a lot of programs and diets and pills and became petite. It’s all fine now. I bet my bully’s see me now and are watching me prosper. Back then I transmitted most of my feelings into songs, but I never showed anyone.