Hey. My name is Emma, I'm 14 and go through a lot of stress. My dad died so it's only me and my mum, she drinks and takes drugs. So it's only down to me. I try and be nice to people but all I get is shit. I've been bullied for 5 years now. And I can't handle it. Me and mum live in a one bedroom flat. Which smells all of the time. So I'm not the best person that you could look for but I'm nice. In school I sit by my self with my hoodie up and my music playing on my iPod. That's all that's special to me. That one iPod
( morning)
I woke up to the sound of crack heads shouting from up stairs. I sigh.
I look at my iPod and had got 8 Facebook notifications. I look at them
???: you bitch
???:ugly slag
???:I wish you was dead like your dad
???:why you on this planet you alien
???: fuck your self
???:watch in school I'm going to beat you up
???:loner
???: no one likes you
Yeah I'm used to it.
I just ignore all of this because if I react to it then it's just gonna make things worse
(School)
Every time I walk to school .people stare at me and laugh
What have I done.
Like I said before I just put my hoodie up and listen to my music.
As my music is on full blasted I can't here anyone.
I see people cussing me. It's all going slow motion in my head. Next minute I got pushed to the floor. I hit my nose in the ground and it starts to bleed
Me: ahhhhh
???: bitch didn't you here me
Me: no I had headphones in
She slapped me.
I started to cry
???: awwww the baby has started to cry
She then kicked my head and my head slammed to the floor.
I felt her spit land on to my neck and heard her walk off. Again people would laugh. I grabbed my iPod and started to run to the bathroom while crying.
(Bathroom)
I looked at my self in the mirror and just thought . I'm hatred. I'm a laughing stock. I'm pain. I'm just a pile of shit.
I looked though my pockets and took out a razor and pulled up my sleeve. I placed it against my arm and started to cry. I then slit my wrist one by one. There was blood everywhere. I cleaned it up and dropped to the floor with my knees to my head. And started moving back and forth.
There were voices in my head telling me to kill my self .
(Home)
When I got home I put my iPod to record and placed it on me.
Me: hey. It's me . The girl you love to bully. We'll I just gotta say something.
Something that you lot have always wanted to here.
I whipped my tears
I grabbed a chair and put it next to the window with a piece of rope.
Me: so it's better to see it. Not here me say it
I tied the rope round my neck and to the pole above the window.
Me: bye cruel hateful world. I knocked the chair and there I was. Dead. I was finally going to see my dad. I was now up in heaven
