Story of a Victim [COMPLETED]

Part 1: Sabrina

(Picture of Sabrina above)

Tomorrow is the first day back from Summer holidays. The holidays weren't too bad. It was pretty uneventful, but I'd much rather my whole life be uneventful rather than depressing.

I hate school because I get bullied. I know that it's just the people I don't like, not the classes, but still. I get bullied by 3 guys named Jacob, Mark, and Carson, and 3 girls named Gabrielle, India, Linda.

The girls hurt me with words, they guys; physically and emotionally. I don't curse, so I can't write the words down, but I think you know what I'm talking about.

I can tell you what they do to me. They punch me, kick me, hit me with things, and so much more.

Jacob, Gabrielle, and I use to be best friends. Until the horrid day happened. That day when they decided their egos meant more than me.

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Flashback

I was in sixth grade. Jacob, Gabrielle and I were eating at our lunch table. Suddenly, Gabrielle spilt her soup all over my shirt.

"Hey loser, you split a little something- everywhere," she says, and everyone laughs. I look at her in disbelief, and look towards Jacob for some support. When our eyes meet, he chuckles.

"God, your such a dork Sabrina, it's not even funny. But that soup makes you look less ugly then you already do," Jacob says. Tears well up in my eyes, so I run into the girls bathroom as I hear people whispering things about me. I go into a stall, just in case Gabrielle comes in. I wash up, but the stain was still there.

I walk out of the bathroom, and everybody still laughs. I ditched school (which I've never done before) and went to my bed and cried and cried. I couldn't get those stupid comments out of my head. I decided to try everything I could to get those wracking thoughts out of my brain.

I had a shower and changed into some comfy pyjamas. I went into the freezer and got out cookie dough ice cream. I ran up the stairs and I back to my room and watched TV.

I finished my ice cream, so I left the container on my bed and left to get a drink of water. I came back and looked into Jacob's room, because we live beside each other. I looked in his room. The room we use to hang out together in. The room we comfort each other in. The room we told each other our secrets in. The room we use to be friends in. Those thoughts came back to my head, making whisper profanity to myself.

I shook my head and started to walk to my bathroom. I stop myself when I hear a thud from behind me. I turn around and my blue eyes immediately meet a pair of hazel ones that I've gotten to know so well over these past years.

Jacob.

"Sabrina, look, I'm really sorry, and so is Gabi! We got threatened, and we didn't know what to do," he said. I scoff.

"If you guys were really my friends, you would've told me and I could have done something about it!" I exclaim. He looks down guilty.

"I'm sorry, I have to go now, my friends are waiting," he mumbled. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, go see your friends that make everybody feel horrible. Go do that Jacob, because I'm done with you. Get out now Jacob, and never come back!" I say.

He leaves through the window, climbing into his room which was directly across from mine. I slouch down beside my window. I hear them making fun of me; from the way I looked, to my Instagram photos. That was the first night I cried myself to sleep.

End of flashback

So, as you can probably tell, I have no friends. I don't have any family either. My mom died when I was 8, my dad is abusive, and he is at rehab. I don't have any siblings either. Ironic.

This bullying thing has been happening since the beginning of sixth grade. Tomorrow is the first day of seventh grade, so around a year.

Gabrielle's group says mean things to me whenever they see me. Jacob's group though, they give me beatings everyday. I can't wait for the day their sorry butts get arrested.

I only care about Jacob bullying me, and not so much Gabrielle. I use to really like Jacob, even more then a friend, but then I realized he's just a huge jerk. Everyone at this school is so caught up in their own heads, and I'm sick of it.