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i sat on the bathroom floor with tears leaking out of my swollen eyes.
my chubby legs had bruises and cut marks littered all over them, and my arms were in the same terrible condition. my face was red from a hand mark that was imprinted on my left cheek, showing that i had been slapped hard.
they beat me up.
they bullied me.
they called me names.
they threatened me.
i hate myself more now.
i went to the bathroom during lunch, and they followed me. it all happened so fast that i couldn't process it correctly.
i was washing my hands, and i didn't notice that they were approaching me from behind, so when they grabbed my shoulder and threw me down on the ground, i was scared.
in the crowd of girls beating me up, i noticed my friends that had started abandoning me these past few weeks. they were all staring at me with guilt burning in their eyes. it was as if they felt sympathy for me.
i then knew why they were ignoring me, and it hurt. it hurt really bad knowing that they left me for the popular group of girls. it hurt that they just watched me get kicked, scratched, cursed at, spit on, and bullied.
ihave no hope at this point, and they threatened me that they would do worse next time if i told on them.
