Depression

Chapter 1

Hi my names Victoria Paige Schneider and this is a story about .... my depression and thoughts and dreams and more i hope you enjoy my story. (This is a ture story)

It stared in 6th grade. I was just starting middle school. I was a happy little 11 year old. I didnt have any friends to start out with but closer to the middle of the school year i made some. I was bullied as soon as school started. I was called names like Bitch, whore, Slut, Dora, and the worst of all i was called Fake. I never new kids were so harsh... i didnt let them get to me at least i tried not to. I started to date this guy named gabe. It was and on and off relationship. But every time we broke up he would spread some kind of rumor about me. One day I broke up with HIM and he shoved me into a wall and called me a bitch.
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Thats when i snapped.

My depression hit me like a ton of bricks at first. I stared drawing pictures of me committing suicide like hanging myself or swallowing pills heck even cutting my wrist and bleeding out. I also would write words on my paper that said kill yourself, DIE, YOUR NOT NEEDED, YOU FAT, YOUR AN IDIOT, YOUR NOT LOVED, NO ONE CARES, THERE LIEING. I put this paper in my binder at school witch wasn't a good idea. Becasue i went to the bath room and when i came back my "friends" were gone my backpack was opened and the teacher called me over. She told me they wanted me at the office and then she asked if i was ok. I lied and told her yes.
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I went to the office and saw my friends sitting down with the principal WITH MY PAPERS IN THERE HANDS. I stared at them in angry tears running down my face.
"Victoria can we talk" the principal said i shook my head yes because i wasnt about to disrespect the principal. We talked and i cried i told her i didnt know why i drew and worte these awfull things but it helped me somehow. I begged her to not call my mom but she did anyway. I saw my mom cry for the frist time witch left me angry at myself AND MY FRIENDS. After the confrontation with my mom i went back to my classroom to get my back pack because my mom wanted me home. I walked in and saw them sitting at our desk my teacher was staring at me and so was the rest of the class. I walked up to kiyle one my 'friends' and grabbed her by her shirt. I slammed her into the wall and yelled.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. I HAD TO WATCH MY MOM CRY BECASUE OF YOU." I dropped her when i felt Belles hand on my shoulder (she was my other friend) i turned around quickly and slapped her. The principal came in and so did my mom still crying. I grabbed my stuff and looked back at my friends standing up in shock.
"What kind of friends are you I HATE YOU" i flipped them off and stomered out of the classroom.

I didnt come back for a week and a half.
It was awkward when i did returned. Everyone was scared of me and ingnored me. The bulling got worse and i snapped in a differnt way.....i ... stared to cut myself with my school sisors. I would were a jacket always now to hide my cuts on my wrist they werent deep because i was a wuss. Evently i forgot about them and didnt were my jacket to school. My teacher noticed first and i told her it was a cat. Of course she belived me she was an idiot. I went home and my mom saw i toatly forgot all about it.
"Why?" Is all she ask?
"Idk?" I said
"Your an idiot this is stupied this doesnt help"
"WELL ITS NOT LIKE YOUR THERE TO FIX THINGS YOUR ALWAYS AT WORK OR SLEEPING" i yelled at her for the frist tims. She took my sisors away and i was fine physicaly for the rest of the year but not mentally.
I was stilled depressed and as that year pasted i sure got a HELL of a lot better hiding it.