Bullying Kills

I really love this piece I wrote. It took me like 30 minutes because I was overcome with so much emotion that itpoured out into the writing. Please like, comment, share or both. But more so I woud like this to impact you. I would like to hear how you feel about this.-Akice

I looked at my best friend Cherish. She grinned at me and I smiled back. Then I faced the crowd in front of me and used the microphone to speak.

                “Teachers and Students of Glucose High, I welcome you today to talk about a serious matter. Bullying.” I paused for a dramatic effect. I could see the kids in the crowd texting, talking, passing notes, and sleeping. It infuriated me that no one was paying attention. That no one cared about what I was saying. So I continued again.

                “Bullying and harassing is the same thing. Picking on someone smaller or weaker than you is wrong. What about picking on someone your own size? What happened to equality? Equal mindset. Where does bullying get you? NOWHERE!” This time I made my voice louder. I got some people’s attention, but the majority of the crowd was not paying attention. I held back a groan. I needed to show these kids that I’m serious. So I went straight to the exciting part.

                “Let me tell you guys something. One day-Ahhhhhhh!” I yelled as David pushed me to the ground. It was all part of the show. David is my best friend. Together, he, Cherish, and I organized this whole thing. The teachers were in on it. But the students looked so surprised. Some of their eyes got wide and in shock. I suppressed a grin. This was gonna be good. Cherish quickly ran to my aide. David towered over me. His face was hidden from the crowd and he smiled at me. My hear warms up.

                “Delaney, are you okay?” She said. I half nodded.

                “This jerk pushed me!” I tried to get up.

                “No one cares what you have to say Delaney Price. Always happy and trying to change the world. Trying to make it a better place. Well no one cares!”

                “I care! You push me around like every day and it’s time that you stop.”

                “You can’t change, what can’t be changed. Even in history people bullied.”

                “It’s people like you who cause suffering in the world. It’s people like you who kill people! Because of bullying people commit suicide!” I yelled. I was really getting into it. After all, I’m really passionate about anti bullying.

                “People kill themselves just because I make fun of them! Tell them to suck it up.”

                “How could you be so heartless? How could you bully knowing that they might kill themselves?”

                “I don’t mean anything by it. I’m just having fun!”

                “Well your fun could lead to another person’s death. Do you want that on your conscience? If you want t have fun, then go to Disney World or the Beach or have a party. You don’t have to harass someone for your entertainment and enjoyment. It’s wrong.” I stood up and faced the crowd. “Watch this video and you’ll understand.” David, Cherish, and I stepped to the side.

A screen came down and the lights dimmed. It was dark but then a girl came up on the screen. She was smiling. Then she held up an index card it said “Hi my name is Leila” I started tearing up. Many students from the crowd gasped as they recognized her. Her. My sister. Over the last few months I told people that my sister Leila went to stay with our grandparents in Italy. But in actuality she killed herself. Every day she came home crying. I would sit with her and stroke her hair. But it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.

Her grades started slipping and she looked horrible. Bags under her eyes and hair sloppy. She limped from countless time’s she made herself fall from ten feet up the trees. I tried to help her. I tried to. But then one day I went to call her for dinner. Her room was empty which wasn’t odd. But I noticed a neon yellow piece of paper on her bed. It said to go the computer and play the video. Slowly I went to the computer. I played the video. 15 seconds in I started crying. The same video playing on the screen now.

I cried my eyes out raw. But then at the end it sad to go to the closet. I breathed in and out and walked to the closet. I yanked the door open and my heart stopped for a second. I screamed so loud I heard my mom pounding down the hallway. I then blacked out. But not before I had the picture of my sister etched in my mind. That my sister with a rope around her neck, was hanging from the ceiling. My sister hung herself because she couldn’t take it. I hoped at least that she was at peace. Peace.

Please tell me your reaction. I have been bullied since 2nd grade and still get bulliedin 8th grade. It hurts me everytime someone bullies me because I feel worthless and like a piece of meat. i have never attempted to cut myself. I am not suicidal. But sometimes I wish I was a different person. If you have been affected by bullying please stand up, or find ways to come out of it. Even though I tell people I don't care if people make fun of me, it still hurts...a lot. I'm here to talk if needed. I'm a good friend. Hope you enjoyed this writing piece.-Akice