The school year was 2012-2013, 6th grade. I was only 12 weighing 140 pounds. So of course I got bullied nonstop. At the age of 12, I never knew how to control my anger...frustration...sadness...one day I was walking down the hall way of my middle school and Bryan my fellow classmate comes out of the bathroom and was being strangely nice to me. He took me to the staircase and before I knew it, his hands was all over my body. Even my sensitive parts. " please...stop" one tear fell down my face.
That night I took my shower and I as I washed my body I can still feel his hands all over me, as if I'm his new property instead of a human being. Heavy tears began filling my eyes. I seemed happiness and I found it in a razor blade. I laid my head on my pillow wishing I never woke, that I never saw him again, that I was even living.
"Fake smile,
Dried eyes,
Scratched wrists,
Bruised thighs,
White pills,
Rope tied,
Gun loaded,
SUICIDE"
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Struggles for Survival
Non-FictionThis is a story of love and war between two people; the tragedy and triumph of a young teenage girl. In this story, you will know anything is possible, you can accomplish anything, and even when life has broken you done into a million pieces and no...
