*Brad P.O.V*
What? Did that just really happen? Why did she do that? I’m standing outside her door, waiting for her to open it and tell me it was some sort of joke, but I knew it wasn’t. Why did she break the date with me? I walked back to my room and walked in, slamming the door behind me. Everyone is throwing questions at me but I’m not answering, instead I walk quickly into my room and shut the door. I head on twitter, looking to follow some people, but instead I see mean comments, not directed towards me, but to Annie. They are sending her hate because of me?
'@TheVampsBrad: Please don't send my friend @anniex hate she didn't do anything to deserve it.'
Maybe that will help. I understand that she she is upset about the hate, but I never thought she would not hang out with someone because of it.
*Annie’s P.O.V.*.
-flashback-
Third period. The worst class. Full of fakes and jocks who constantly pick on me. I’m tempted to skip again, but I can’t. I silently close my locker and walk to my third period class, Math.
"Look who it is."
"Nice glasses, nerd."
"You should loose some weight."
"They aren’t love handles hun, you’re just fat."
Holding everything back, I walk to my seat in the back of the room and sit down. I have to ignore all the cruel comments in order to keep myself sane. I don’t understand why they picked me to target, they just did.
I got through the school day without skipping any classes, which was good. I climbed the steps onto the bus and trudged my way to the back seat. No one bothers to sit by me, but I don’t care. It’s better off. The bus drives up to my stop and I speedily walk back to my house. Running to the bathroom, I slam the door and let all the tears fall out. I made some marks on my skin that I will end regretting, but right now it makes me feel better. It wasn’t the first time, I have done almost everyday since the bullying had begun in ninth grade. It isn’t easy, you can’t ignore it, it all gets to your head and invades your thoughts. Walking out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, I lay on my bed, sleeping away all of the bad thoughts.
-flashback over-
I have to stay strong. I can’t let anyone bring me down that low again. Making YouTube videos saved me from myself. I was able to sing songs that went with my mood and emotions that day, sort of venting. The bullying got worse after they found the videos, and they started making fun of my voice. That got to me. I ended up being sent to the hospital for lack of blood in my body, and after that I was officially homeschooled. I didn’t want to go back to school and my parents didn’t want me too either, so I didn’t. It made me feel a lot better about myself.
I told everyone my story on my blog, and everyone was so kind. Not that they weren’t kind before, its just they understood me a bit more. That’s why I hardly got any hate, but that was put up a while ago and the girls hating on me wouldn’t care anyway. I understand why they are hating on me. I get it. It is just bringing back old memories that I want to forget.
I promised myself that I would never injure myself again, no matter what, and I don’t want to risk wanting to resort back to my old ways again. I am going to stay off of Twitter for a while and just focus on me, my friends, my family, and my fans. I have to perform and sign things and take pictures for them, I can’t get caught up in all this other drama.
A/N - yeah so… BY THE WAY, THIS DIDN’T REALLY HAPPEN WITH ANNIE (and-im-like-owww)! I ASKED HER AND SHE AGREED TO IT. I didn’t want to be tooooo descriptive or anything because it makes me feel all depressed. Xx.
