Eighth grade was the turning point. I attempted suicide. Someone actually cut me. They got expelled. Great. One less person to deal with. One night I had a dream that I was sitting in class. Everything was quiet. Students writing, drawing,texting, teacher teaching. When all of a sudden a girl stands up on her desk, with a rope woven to a noose. She hooks the noose into one of the Hooks on the ceiling, stands on her tip-toes, puts her head inside the noose. "STOP!NO!!!" I screamed. No one looked over at her or me. No one noticed. As soon as I looked back, she had already broken her neck. I screamed. No one noticed. Then, a boy takes his pencil sharpener, throws it on the ground, and stomps on it. The blade comes out of it . He grabs the blade, quickly slitting his wrist. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! NO!!! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!?!?" I scream. Nothing. Everything stays the same. Yet, there are two people, DEAD. I scream again, but before I could speak again, a girl, my best friend, bangs her head on her desk. Harder and harder, faster, harder. She's dead. A giant puddle of blood surrounded her broken skull. I get up. Run into the hallway. There I see a boy, about thirteen, fourteen, standing on the edge of a window. He Jumps the three stories, all the way down to the ground. Blood spattered everywhere.
"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! PEOPLE ARE DYING!! SAVE THEM NOW!!!"
No one even comes out of their classrooms. Everything remains the same. And I always wake up. It's basically a recurring nightmare. I have it every night. I always wake up screaming. I don't know why, but I think it's my conscience telling me something. Telling me to Do it. I don't know. Should I?
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My Bullying Story.
NonfiksiThis is a non-fiction story about a girl who grows up getting bullied.
