Why am i still alive?

Chapter One: Why Am I Still Alive?

DISCLAIMER: this story has mature content and can affect people reading this story. i do not support committing suicide. this is just a fiction story i made up using made up names. (when i say "i" in the story, i mean jamie)

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For the past 16 years, i've been bullied none stop. why am i still alive? i mean my life has no meaning to it. so i don't understand why im still here. all my life i've been teased and beaten up. but did i do anything about it? nope. i don't want them to hurt me even more if i get them in trouble. - jamie

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its july 13, 2014. Yup its summer. today im taking my little brother "Andrew" to the park. hes 8 years old.

"jamie, can we go now please?"

"ugh...okay andrew."

As andrew and i walked on the side walk, i seen those mean girls who bullied me at school.

i began to put up my hood covering my face so they didnt reconize me. but andrew just had to yell my name for some damn reason.

"JAMIE!! JAMIE!! DON'T YOU KNOW THOSE GIRLS?"

"keep it down andrew!"

we got to the park. next thing you know it, they walked up to me and andrew. i told andrew to go play.

"you have no friends other than your little brother." tina said.

"you're so lame!" megan said.

they started to walk away and laugh.

FINALLY, andrew wanted to go home. when i got home, i ran as fast as i could to my room and slammed the door. i started to feel tears running down my face.

"why is it me? why are they bullying me?"

i looked in the mirror. i saw my mascara getting all smudged. but i didnt care. i punched the mirror saying "WHY CAN'T THEY JUST STOP???"

my hand started to bleed...i started to cry so hard.

andrew knocked on my door checking if i was alright.

he opened it and he saw me in tears. he ran up to me and gave hug me as tight as he could.

"jamie...please don't cry" he said.

then my mom walked in...

i finally decided to tell my mother.