Please. Please. Please.
I-
I can't take it anymore
The words are closing in.
I'm suffocating.
I want it to stop.
Please stop.
No 16 year old should have to read about how she is a waste of space. How abortion would've been a smart choice. How their death would be celebrated.
Shut up.
Please. Please.
I'll do anything.
Just stop.
In the beginning... I didn't know it would get worse. Then... I didn't think it could get worse. Then it did. Their words filled my head with noise. So much noise, I thought I would go deaf. Then...
Silence.
It all stopped. I thought it was over.
Foolish.
You've been asking for months.
Why would they stop now?
I just wanted it to be over. It wasn't over.
I thought there was only one way out.
She saved you.
She saved me. The girl in the back corner with the shadow of a hood hiding her winged eyeliner. With headphones blocking out the judgemental snobs who couldn't understand how beautiful she was. The girl who always wore long sleeves to hide her pain. Her scars that she always said made her stronger. The hero who hid behind a username.
Don't worry about them. They are just insecure.
They're right.
They're wrong.
You don't even know me.
I don't have to.
What does that even mean
I know that everyone was put here for a reason. I know that everyone is beautiful in there own way. You, me even those bullies. I don't have to know you to know that you don't deserve to be treated this way.
Why are you helping me?
Because last year I was you.
Our chats had become a nightly thing. She would ask me about my day. I would vent and feel better about my pain. I would ask her how she was doing and she would say,
Fine.
Fine.
I hate the word fine.
I believed her. I believed when she told me she was fine because I had no reason not to.
We talked every night. Our conversations blocked out the noise. It finally felt like everything was okay. Then...
Silence.
You should have done more.
She stopped replying and I didn't know why. I thought she was sick of me but she was sick of life.
The first time I saw her face was when I sat by her side in the hospital. As I held her hand I tried to pry my eyes away from the bandages on her wrists. As I saw her face I couldn't help but see the tear stains on her cheeks. When my eyes locked with hers I saw the pain in her pure soul.
How could they make her feel like this?
That's when it clicked. I had to do something. I couldn't let someone else feel like we did.
Are you being bullied?
Are you afraid to speak up?
You are NOT alone
Do not give up.
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