I was always the kind of girl who got bullied and had curses flung at her for for no apparent reason. I was your typical nerd, big glasses, read manga, and I would get beat up in bathrooms after school. Imagine trying to explain how you end up with new bruises every day to adults. To sum that up, I made my self out to be a klutzy blonde. I had no friends to stick up for me like in books so I was on my own for all of my middle school years. During eighth grade I made my first friend. Odd enough she had previously been one of my bullies. Nikki was a miniature spit-fire with a loud mouth, but we actually became best friends and she took care of a majority of my enemies.
But when freshman year hit she moved away leaving me alone the torment started again. and for about a month I just accepted it, I tried to stay low and hide. At some point I actually started cutting myself and even attempted suicide. But that all changed when I made my next friend, Danielle. She was the sweetest girl and practically grew up in church. And one day I found her in the same bloody heap I had been on the bathroom floor getting the same sneers I got.
I erupted. I lost all control I had. In my fury I conquered my fears of my bullies. And I ended up with a black eye and broken knuckle. But I broke a girls jaw and knocked a girl out by the time the teachers came in. It may not have been the most conventional way to face my fears but I rose above my problems to help myself grow as a person and my friend not become a victim as well.
In the end, I'm currently 19, I have a group of friends I trust with my life, and I do not cut or hope for death to take me away from this world. I have grown into who I am through who I was. And I'm actually loving life.
