Daily Dose of Dysfunctionality

Day 7

       ***WARNING*** This chapter contains some sensitive stuff like bullying and suicidal thoughts. DO NOT continue reading unless you can handle the harsh reality of bullying. Thank you!

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     Diary! You'll never guess what I found on the ground under a tree in front of school today! A notebook that looked like it had been used many times. Anyway, I read it, and I was shocked! I'll copy down every single word!

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What the notebook said

    Ok. So I need to get this off my chest. I can't talk to anyone about it, and it'll keep nagging me if I don't do something. 

    Here goes nothing.

    Hello, I'm Greyson. On the outside I may look cool, I may be friends with the "right people," but the truth is: I hate this.

    When I first came to Waybridge in middle school, I was much different. I had glasses, braces, shaggy hair, weird T-shirts, and not a care in the world. I made a few close friends who still go here, but won't talk to me anymore. I got bullied. A lot. Chris wasn't involved, he was a seventh grader like me, but that doesn't mean he defended me or anything. It went from mean texts to death threats sprayed on my locker. I was constantly shoved around in the hallways, called nasty names. One day, a high schooler came up to me with his posse.

    "You're such a waste of space! Why don't you just die already? Nobody cares!" he shoved me into my locker door.

    Just before they walked away I said, "Why can't you just stop already!"

    I gulped. I looked around for anyone to help, but no teachers were around and the students in the hallways pretended to be completely oblivious in their talking circles. The mob tightened their circle, blocking out the light. All I could see was angry faces. The biggest one grabbed me by my hoodie and dragged me outside to the back of school. It was cold. They beat me up really badly. I felt utter pain and numbness all at once.

    "Okay, let's ice your injuries." 

    They all picked up handfuls of snow and put it down my shirt, pants, and they took off my shoes and filled my socks. I was in so much pain I couldn't do anything about it. The snow stung so much, I started crying. That only fueled their actions. They all laughed and after pushing me down a few times when I tried to get up, they were satisfied and left. 

    Cut, bruised, and crying, I lay there in the snow. I contemplated not going home. What would grandma think? What would grandpa think? I could see the worry in their eyes already. You can stop their worrying. A voice in my head said. You can stop the pain for yourself and for everyone else. "Why don't you just die already!" Another voice, this time from the bully, conveyed the same message. I was seriously considering it. I looked across the street and saw the biggest building in town. St. Paul's hospital. 

    Wouldn't it be ironic? The voice returned. I gave a mirthless smirk. I pulled myself up from the ground. I began my final walk away from the school. 

    Just then I was interrupted. "So then I said that sounds like a skeleton of work!" the voice of a girl echoed off the brick walls.

    "Rory! I can't believe you said that during science!" another one, higher exclaimed.

    "Mr. Griffin is very sensitive about Skully, the prized skeleton," a more familiar voice.

    It was Bella and some of her friends! Bella and Charlotte were in my art class. They were right around the corner from where I was. I hoped they wouldn't see me!