finding

Chapter 1

Depression

It started in middle school when the bullies affected me. Every day it got worse. My parents insisted I get help, I did but it just made it worse.

Every day at school, or home the bullies would find me on Facebook and make my life even harder, at school they put stuff on my back without me noticing like, kick me, or I am worthless. Every night I would cry myself to sleep and hope that the bullies would leave me alone the next day, they never did.

I didn't fit into any of the groups, I had no friends, All I had was my Mum and Dad. I walked in the classroom and sat at the back in a corner. Every day I would get spitballs in my hair. I was a shy student wanting no harm to come to anyone, everyone but would tease me about me being shy and about home.

I let this happen to me every day. At home I would go up to my room and not come down till dinner, My parents ask me how was my day? I didn't respond till a few minutes after.

After dinner I would go up to my room and do homework and cry. The next day I would go to school and everyone would stare at me.

I knew something was wrong! I went to my class and still everyone looked and laughed. It was like a rumor to do with me had gone through the whole school,That's the last thing I wanted to happen! When I found out what it was, I ignored it.

I went home for lunch and I was making a sandwich. I was cutting some slices of tomatoes and accidentally cut my wrist. I cleaned it up and I put a bandage on it.

I started walking back to school.

I got to class and a person grabbed me by the wrist. Her name was Britney. She pulled off the bandage showing everyone.

Brittany said with a evil smirk "Look everyone, we have a cutter!".

Everyone laughed.

But one person didn't laugh. His name was Matt. He was shy like me. He just looked at me.

Then he stood up and shouted "What's wrong with a cutter?"

He lifted his arm sleeves up and showed lots of scars from cutting.

I ran to my seat and sat down.

The bell rang and I ran to my locker and grabbed my bags.

I ran home in tears. I ran up to my room and went on Facebook. Everyone was bitching about me and the cut.

I got a message from someone. That someone was Matt. The message said "sorry."

I replied back saying "Why did you stick up for me". I didn't receive another message from Mat.

I went to school the next morning and saw nasty posters up about me. I realised that they were all over campus. When I noticed that there were posters of Matt as well, my heart broke. I realised that I had let this happen to the the both of us.

I started to talk to Matt in person .We had so much in common. He became my first friend. We did everything together. When I was with Matt nothing would get in my way. I was way happier, and my confidence grew.

Matt and I would walk to school every day. During breaks we would sit in the class and chat. The posters were still up but we learnt to put all the depression behind us. One day I walked to school but Matt didn't walk with me.

I got to class and sat next to him and asked "where were you".

Matt replied "sorry, I slept in".

"It's fine" I say. I put some headphones on and listen to music, so I can't hear people talking about me behind my back... to be continued.