Your sitting at home, reading messages. Bad messages. Messages of hate. Your crying, upset. Those messages running through your head over, and over. You re-read those messages. Those messages that make you feel like shit. When, the person sending those messages, are enjoying themeselves. Those messages that put you down. Everytime you read those messages, your self esteem lowers, you become more and more upset. You start to think bad things about yourself, listening to the hate that has been sent to you. The more and more you think bad things about yourself, the more you start to lose hope for the world.
Bullies Point of view:
"You're an ugly whore!" "Ew, what the fuck are you?" "Kill yourself bitch! No-one cares, just do it!"
You send those messages to the girl you hate, the 'Ugly Bitch' as you call her. Thinking, this is fun, i love seeing people getting hurt. You dont know what this girl is going through. You dont know how many people bully her, you are one of many people who make her life tough. You continue to send her hate messages,
"You're fat!" "Lose some weight fat-ass!"
You still continue on with all this, for weeks on end, the feeling of someone else being hurt, helps you through the day. Thinking you're not doing anything wrong.
Victims Point Of View:
You read the messages,
"You're an ugly whore!" "Ew, what the fuck are you?" "Kill yourself bitch! No-one cares, just do it!"
As you read these messages, week, after week. You need to get through the day at school with a smile on your face. You dont want to hurt your friends, you dont want them to know, that you're upset.You dont tell anyone. You keep it all secret. You dont reach out for help.
You get home, you dont know why you keep checking your messages. You dont know why you even turn the computer on? You see that you have 2 new messages, "You're fat!" "Lose some weight fat-ass!" You find you cant take it anymore, but you still have that hope that things might, be okay. Instead of fully taking away your life, you choose to self harm. You cut the top of your leg, letting the blood come out, releasing the tension. Releasing all your sadness, yet, its still there. You cover it up, so people dont see them. They sting, it hurts.
You leave for school, they scars still hurt and sting, you seem less happy today, your friends start to worry about you. Everyone is asking, "Are you okay?" "Whats wrong?" You tell them everything is fine and that nothing is wrong. But your friends know the better, they know something is wrong. They continue to worry about you. More and more each day.
Your friends ask someone to help you. You get angry at them because you told them you were okay. You didnt want help. You cry nearly every day now, non-stop. You continue to get those messages every single day. They never stop. You look at where you cut yourself before. They seem to be healing. You cut them open again. This time, just a touch deeper. You let it bleed until you cant feel you leg. You then cover it up, again.You continue the day like normal. Not telling anyone.
Bullies Point of View:
You just keep sending the messages, not knowing what you are doing to the girl. You dont know she is self harming. So you just keep going thinking she can put up with it
Victims Point of View:
You continue reading those messages over and over. Until, you finally break down. You start writing a long letter, to your family, your friends, anyone you can think of. You sign the letter and put it on the counter. You walk into the bathroom. You're home alone. You grab the razor blade. But before you do anything. You get a text from your best friend. Asking if you're okay. You ignore her message. You have the blade in your hand. You slice both of your wrists. It hurts like hell. You sit in your bathroom, bleeding to death. Thinking about your friends and family. You start to fade away, the memories fading. You are starting to black out. Until finally, your body come to a complete full stop.
Friends Point of View:
You call your friends mum, you tell her that your friend keeps ignoring your messages and that yo are starting to get worried. Your friends mum picks you up and you quickly drive to the house. You run through the door. You find the note. When you read the note, you burst into tears. Your friends mum takes the note from you and reads it. She then, bursts into tears. You run into the bathroom, while your friends mum is on the floor in tears. You find you friends, cold, lifeless, body. Covered in blood. You fall to the floor, holding your friends body. You're calling your friends mum, she just cant bear to come in. She knows what in there.
Mum's point of View:
You read the note over and over. You then call the dad. The dad comes over and he, is in tears. He never cries. You dont tell the brother. The brother is too young to know. Everything happened so quickly, you guess, thats why its so sad.
