My story

4th-5th Grades

She saw me at registration for the 4th grade and came up. My mom was elsewhere so she had a 'fair' shot. She told me that I was a brat and didn't deserve any friends. She hit my arm and ran off.

Come the first day of school and I'm talking to one of my best friends. She approaches us and starts yelling at me for God Knows What? When she is finished I am in tears. She laughs and walks away.

5th grade. This a particularly bad year for me. She would come up two-three times a week and say or do something hurtful. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

It was the week before testing and I snapped. I had suicidal thoughts, I had planned to hang myself or OD. I was done.

My best friend had given up trying to help me and began to give me ideas on how I could kill myself the fastest. Two girls a grade ahead of me, however, tried to help. The one had cut in the past and knew how I must've felt. The other had helped her to cope. They got me through the first few days, but on a Friday afternoon-

I was taken to the guidance counselor's office during bus loop and was then placed in the back of a cop car, taken in for questioning, placed in an ambulance and put in restraints, asked more questions, put in a Mental Facility and thereI stated for the next three days.