Depression

Hate

Jacob's P.O.V

It's not just on social media. It's everywhere I go. Like just casually hanging out with my friends then, somebody comes up to us and starts hating on me. Me! I can never have a normal day without being hated on. It's sucks, I'm just being myself. But, they don't understand that.

But what I don't tell anybody is when I'm alone and just walking. Some big kids come up to me, grab me and throw me somewhere where they can beat me up. That's why I wear sweatshirts, hats and all that stuff. Because, I have bruises and scratches from haters.

But sometimes I sneak into Caroline's room and steal that makeup stuff to cover it. Nobody has ever noticed it, from what I've known. So yeah.

The other this is I cry every night. I sit in my bathroom bawling my eyes our until I can't breath. It's a way so I can slowly begin to die. Along with cutting and bleach. I haven't drank bleach, because my mom hasn't bought any. So, that's off my list...

I get up, and walk outside just for some fresh air, there. The same 3 big kids walking my way. I couldn't move, I was shaking to much to move. My eyes widen as they approached me.
"Oh look, Jacob Saggytitties (A/N uh oh, never typed that, I think that's how they spell it I don't know😂) is here. Outside. Where he's gonna cry and die today. And you know what punk." He pushed me down, and them kicked me. I can feel the tears coming in my eyes. "You got my sister loving you! You are in her bedroom, everywhere. I hate walking in three to see you're nasty shet (A/N pretend he actually said the word😂) face everywhere. Just go die in a hole."
He grabbed me and began punching me in the face. His friends helped by punching and slapping my arms.

He then just dropped me, and I looked to see I was bruised everywhere. This will be hard to cover. "Go drink bleach." He spat at me and walked away with his friends laughing and giving eachother high-five. I slowly got up and walked back into my house.

"So much for fresh air." I mumbled under breath, I them walked to the bathroom and looked at myself.
"I'm use to it..."

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poor jacob, I would die of that actually happened to him.