It’s no exaggeration when I say I’ve been called every name under the sun. Especially in high school, insults are thrown around like the rubber balls we used to chuck at walls as kids. It’s nothing but a sad fact of life, and it’s depressing how most people just accept it. People suck.
Back to the names, though. I’ve been called freak, loser, retard, dumbass – I may have been called pretty or stunning a few times. These days, though, I’ve been called names even the most creative bullies would never think of inflicting upon their victims. That’s because I’m different from everyone else now – silly every day names don’t describe or apply to me now. Everyone claims they’re different, but just one look at me and you’ll know what I mean.
Walker.
Zero.
Monster.
Rottie.
Stag.
Ever since January of this year, I’ve been another victim of vicious name-calling and attacks, only now it was because of an accident.
It was because I was dead.
