Bullying
By:Grace W.
My name is Tabitha Green. My friend call me Tabby. I didn't have many friends, as a matter of fact I only had one. Nobody cared about me until horror struck the town.On April 4,2012 I was 13 years old when I killed myself due to a bully. Bullying is a big issue that desperately needs to be resolved.
I was a tall brunette with acne all over my face surrounded by freckles, I had train tracks on my teeth. And for main clothing style I chose a flower skirt with a green top, along with yellow boots.
I remember it clear as day, it all started when I was 11 years old. My mom got a job offering in Salt Lake City, Utah. My family moved to a whole new environment. New house,new school,newtown,new state. I missed my old friend who accepted me.
On the first day of school I was at the bus stop, minding my own business when a kid my age came up and began poking me and calling me disrespectful names. The bus finally arrived and I hoped the day did not continue this way. As I got on the bus I asked someone if I could sit by them. They gave me dirty looks and shook their head in disappointment.
I finally found myself a seat all alone.The bus slowly rolled along making random stops to pick up other youngsters.
We go to school and I stomped down the stairs on the bus admiring my new school.As I walked past groupsof people they pointed and laughed, wispering dispicable words about me to eachother.
"Did I really stick out that much?!" I thought to myself.
I went to class preparing my stuff for the day. The bell rang, my teacher greeted the class as we took our seats.
Introducing me she exclaims, "Class meet our new student Tabitha. Will you tell us a little about yourself Tabitha?!"
"Sure," I say unsure about myself, "I am from Denver, Colorado
and my favorite color is turquoise."
"Thank you! Everyone give our new student a round of applause!"
The class was so silent I could hear cricket chirping, everyone looked at me with disgust. I slowly sat down, my feelings injured.
I was ignored that whole year. The next year I was in 6th grade. The kids on the bus threw pencils, paper, and rocks at me. When the teacher announces the so-called exciting phrase, "pick partners", I am the only person left without a partner. Doing my work all alone.
Even though my school did millions of anti-bullying campaigns and assemblies it still occurred all the time.
I never had the urge to tell anyone about my bullies. I let it continue for a long time.It bothered me like crazy but I showed them no emotion. Every night I would pray that it would all just stop that the bullies would move from me to another victim.
On December 16,2012 I started abusing myself. I left scars on my arms.
To others my scars meant I was suicidal. To me it resembles my pain. It was how I told someone, how I got it all of my chest.
At the end of the year my mother suffered and died from leukemia. I was known as the loser without the mother. People posted things like this all over social media,Facebook,Instagram,Twitter,etc.
Every lonesome night I weeped myself to sleep. The tears rushed down my face staining my pillow one drop and a time.
When school started the next year I was in 7th grade.
"Great just another chance to get bullied by more people!" I mopped to myself on the bus ride.
I went and unlocked my locker getting my stuff for choir. Music is my life.It keeps me calm. It releases me from this awful, cruel world.
In my mind I was the best singer in class.In others mind I was a dying cat.
I was a straight A student,honor roll yet I didn't have one friends. It shocked me how I could possibly be made fun of. I am a normal human being, just like everyone else.
The cuts on my arms increased in size. The poking turned to choking.The bus drivers and teachers watched it all happen and didn't try a thing to stop it.
One day I got off the bus and walked a little ways finally noticing I was being followed. My bullies sprinted after me eventually leading to m house. My dad worked over time ever since my mom passed. He was not home at this time.
I locked myself in my house bursting into tears, I went straight to the bathroom. I filled the tub with steaming hot water. I wandered in my backyard listening to the hurtful chants of the kids outside. I discovered a large rock and I lugged it into my bathroom, stopping the water. I got in with all my clothes on. The water warmed my body as if fire flowed through my blood. I pulled the rock on my chest. It crushed my ribs and lungs. At the last minute I struggled to get up but was unsuccessful.I lost my breath.
"Is this worth it? Will this hurt my dad? Will this teach someone a lesson?" these thoughts ventured through my head.
"Thump,thump, t-h-u-m-p...." The last beats of my heart echoed through my ears.As my sould left my body I got 7 seconds of life to see the people I loved.
I saw my dad, he had black circles around his eyes. I sent him my love and luck,as my body crossed to the wonderful world of heaven. I arrived in heaven in front of a tall blonde women. She looked a lot like me, or I looked a lot like her anyways.
"She smiled at me, "Hello Tabitha! I have missed you."
Then time froze, I knew her, there standing in front of me was my beloved mother. The one I loved and lost. I sprinted to her hugging her with all my might.
"Mom! Your hair grew back!"
"Yes, in heaven you chose your look." My mom taught me how to change my look.
"Don't change a lot honey," she said, " you are perfect just the way you are."
I took away my braces having straight, shiny white teeth. I kept my beautiful brown hair and my freckles, eliminating my acne. I now also wore skinny jeans, a nice top and ugg boots.
I looked down on earth when my dad arrived home. The bullies disappeared,He called my name and searched for me. He kicked in the only locked door in the house...The bathroom. I layed there underwater, eyes wide open and my mouth full of water.
His face turned apple red and tears gathered in his eyes. He furiously yanked the rock off me trying to revive me. He felt for my pulse and did everything in his power to get me back.
He dialed the police, they did deep investigations.Eventually finding out the reason for my suicide.
They took the 4 girls who bullied me in putting them behind bars.
The were sentenced to 10 years. I was happy, not because they got punished for their actions but because I could live forever with my mom, away from this beastly earth.
Over the years my dad got a new wife and had another family. Yet they never forgot about me, they sent me prayers every night. When their blessings reached me it made me feel alive again.
Bullying is a serious issue involving many suicides each year across the world. Bullying is not acceptable and if someone would have spoke up it would have saved my life.
My name is Tabitha Green and I took my life at age 13 on April 4,2012.
Stop Bullying, Save lives.
