She pulled her sleeve up and dug another line deep into her skin. "Why would they care?" She wispers as she cleans herself. She wraps a bandaid around her arm. "I need to sleep" she lays down and falls into a deep sleep. The next morning she wakes up and looks into the mirror in disgust of what she sees.
'Fat ass'
'Ugly little whore'
'Mistake'
'Go die!'
The words haunt her as she takes of her shirt and revels her brusis from being kicked and the scars from each word that has been said. She sighs and puts a bigger sweater on to hide her ribs that were sticking out. "LETS GO FAT ASS!" Her brother calls she didnt answer and she runs down stairs. "I-Im r-ready" she says as she walks out, she walks down the street as she stops and sees the bullies she sighs as tears stream fast down her face. She turns away and runs to school she runs straight to the bathroom pulls out her blade and slits the vane in her arm. She bleeds out as a few of the bullies walk in the first one gasps in horror "No no no please dont leave me!" The others with a nasty smirk on there faces giggles "We dont need you anyways you should just die like fat ass here did" they walk out as she grabs the blade and slits her wrist and the last words she says were "Im sorry" the blood drips out.
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Remeber your words can kill. Choose your words wisely. I struggle with depression because I was bullied all of my life. But you can get through this. I promise keep fighting! (THE END!)
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Short StoryA betrayle of a friend who turned into a bully. And forced her to commite suicide. She relized what she did and joined her.
