Bullying, Our Secret

1° Epilogue

I was dead. I was not alive, I was not feeling at all. I was not a human, a matter, a molecule anymore. I didn't exist, only my inert body did.

My mother called the firemen to open the bathroom door. They did and the scene was harsh. My mum cried desperately as she held my cold  body between her hands. She kept calling my name but it was too late. I wasn't there anymore.

They opened a police investigation and found out about the video and the pictures. They checked my social medias and read the hateful comments written. The police arrested Cynthia and Nicole after interviewing a big part of the school.

The news of my suicide covered the front page of several news papers and even some reports on the TV news.
Justin cried. He cried for me. He started to eat less and go out less. He was charged for leaking my video but I could feel his real sorrow, well I couldn't feel at all. He lost weigh and he looked tired. He got my name tattooed over his chest, where his heart was supposed to be located.

My mum turned to alcohol and drugs to forget my death and her depression. Ricky quit university and came back home with my mother. He felt impotent for not being able to help me.

Jason drew several cards about us playing. He made them to give them to me when I came back from my "vacations". They were really sweet and meaningful.

Aria started to self-harm. She felt horrible when she found out what happened to me. She prayed every night hoping that she could go back and keep our friendship.

Some organisations and even schools used my case to inform and warn about the dangers of bullying. I wouldn't have minded this since it was to help other people which might have similar problems to the ones I had.

I was free, but it was bittersweet.