The summer holidays were coming to an end, Chloe dreaded this every single year knowing it’s a matter of days before she feels worthless, useless, ugly any horrible name you can think of she’s been called it. This was her last year Chloe knew the bullying can only get worse like it did every year.
“Chloe come on, you’ve got school in a week. You need new shoes” Her mum shouted from downstairs.
Chloe knew it didn’t matter what she wore, she was going to get bullied anyway. Mandy didn’t understand why Chloe hated school so much it’s meant to be the best part of your life. Her mum didn’t understand how hard it was growing up in this generation, constantly being judged by what clothes you’re wearing and what music you like. Society is constantly showing ‘perfection’ through TV, newspapers, magazines any type of media, basically saying this is what you must look like. Chloe was sick of it, she knew she’d never be a size 8 so why fucking try.
It was Chloe’s first day back, trembling alongside Jasmine her best friend.
“Chloe, why are you shaking? The bullies are probably bored now” Jasmine said comforting Chloe.
Ironically, immediately after she saw Megan her worst enemy come up to her, face to face.
“I’m going to make your life hell this year. Hell!” She hissed at Chloe.
Chloe was shaking more and more. She thought to herself, why does everyone hate me so much? I’ve done nothing.
‘OI! Leave Chloe alone, you vile creature’ Jasmine shouted at Megan.
Megan was with her two lapdogs, Jessie and Aaron. They were all smirking showing little teeth.
“I’ve only just stepped onto the school entrance and they’ve already started Jazz.” Chloe said keeping her head high.
Chloe showed little emotion knowing if she did they would’ve won and just come back 10 times harder. It took all of her energy possible concentrating on not crying. The only thing making Chloe feel better was knowing the first day back was always the worst but also knowing her best friend was right by her side and always had been.
When she got home she went straight to her room onto Facebook. She had 5 notifications from Megan commenting on her photo ‘Eww! You look like a dog’, ‘Is that a smashed mirror you’re looking at?’ So many people liked the comments which made her feel even worse. Whenever she saw comments like that she felt so low, like nobody really cared about her. Her Mum and Dad told her to delete her account but she didn’t. It’s as if she needed to know what they thought and addicted to seeing these appalling comments. Being called such horrendous names affected her mentally forcing her to believe them herself. To vent anger upon herself she got any sharp object available a razor from a sharpener or a compass, any blade she could find. She started slicing into her wrist. She found the pain addictive leading her to cut more frequently.
“What are those scars on your arm Chloe?” Her Dad said in a concerned manner.
Chloe forced a fake smile on her face.
“Oh … just that stupid cat again.” Chloe said with no emotion what so ever.
Her Dad believed her unfazed by how deep some of the cuts were.
The days were going slower and slower, it had only been 2 months at school and it already felt like a year. More people insisted on not talking to Chloe. Megan constantly went out of her way to make Chloe look like a ‘freak’. Spreading rumours that only small minded idiots would believe which is most of the people in her school. Things between Chloe and Jasmine were getting awkward. People weren’t talking to Jasmine because she was friends with Chloe. Chloe was scared that Megan would get what she wanted.
