Bullied By Cameron Dallas

06

Dedicated to maggie_carpenter

"You're so worthless." Was the first thing that left his lips. The first sentence that I had heard that day. And it was from none other than Cameron Dallas.

And it shouldn't have hurt as much as it did. It shouldn't have made me frown. And it sure as hell shouldn't have affected me in any way. Because I knew he hated me. But this was different. Before Cameron had called me the kiddie insults dork, ugly, annoying, brat. He had never once insulted me in a way that sounded that harsh.

So instead of hitting him with a snarky comment, I ran away. It was already to much with the rumors and him poking at my parents. But now he had to hit me where it hurt the most. Because in my mind, he was right. I have had moments where, yeah, I thought I was worthless. I was never depressed. It was just sometimes I had a bad day.

With those thoughts swirling around my mind, like a pool full of hate, I ran straight into the bathroom. Typical place to run, but I didn't nowhere else I could go that he couldn't. And I knew he didn't care enough to make sure I was okay. He was the one that hurt me in the first place.

I dashed to the first open stall I saw and slammed it shut. I sat on the toilet and just let tears fall down my face. I never cried over anything anyone said to me. But then again, no ones ever really taken a dig that hard at me. I wasn't use to it. I was a bit fragile.

I was never bullied. I mean, yeah. Cameron would through shitty insults around. But it was nothing to hurtful or bad. And I honestly don't know what I did to upset him so much. Shit. Maybe he was mad that I slapped him.

This is all your fault shy.

All your fault.

I squeezed my head and tangled my fingers into my hair. I tugged lightly on the strands, hoping the voice would go away. How could it be my fault that Cameron bullies me?

You let him.

You egged him on. Its all your fault.

I screamed loudly, forgetting in that moment that I was in the school bathroom. And that classes were going on, and I was in fact skipping. So I shuddered out a breath and tried to silent my grunts and sobs.

I was being dramatic. All he did was call me worthless. I'm over reacting and I need to stop. I can't let this effect me. I can't give him that control.

But he already has that control. His words hurt you. And you know it.

"Shut up." I sobbed quietly.

"Shut up!!' I was screaming. I don't know why I was. I just was. It was like i had no control over my body. I was curled in on myself and was shaking. I could barely even hear my own sobs. They just sounded like a far away echo.

And I wanted to puke. I wanted to sleep. Oh, did I want to sleep. I felt so tired. So, so tired. And so I did. I fell asleep right then. But maybe I wasn't just falling asleep because I was sleepy.

***

I woke up to a gentle shake. And I panicked. I didn't remember my walls being that color. Nor did I remember my bed being so damn uncomfortable.