Amanda Todd: Her Story...

That day, when I was in 7th grade, will haunt me forever.

~7th Grade~

               I came home and went to my room. I threw my bag on the floor and turned on my computer. My friends were probably already logged on. I quickly logged on and joined the chat room. We sat there and talked for hours before they asked. The group of people I was talking to had been my friends for a while. They always complimented me; they called me beautiful, stunning, perfect… but today they asked me to flash. I really didn’t think much of it. I trusted them, so I did…

~ 1 Year Later~

                I logged onto my Facebook. The little message symbol had a bright red one on it. I opened the message. I had no clue who he was… I had no clue how he knew or had what he did. His message wrote, ‘If you don’t put on a show for me I will send your boobs’. He knew everything about me; my address, my school, my relatives, my family and friends names…

~Christmas Break~

                I wake up to a pounding at my door. I look at my clock, its 4 a.m. Who in the world is at my door? My question was answered as the door was opened, it was the police. My picture was sent to everyone, it was everywhere…

                I got sick fast, Soon I was consumed by anxiety, depression, and panic disorders… It was like I was lost to the old me, everything was ruined.

                Finally, I moved. But it didn’t help, possibly it made things worse. I turned to drugs and alcohol. My anxiety got even worse if it was possible. I was a wreck, I couldn’t go out, I couldn’t do anything.

~1 year later~

                The guy who ruined my life earlier came back. He had my new list of friends and my new school. But this time he didn’t send the pictures, no he did something to the same effect… maybe worse. He created a Facebook page. My breasts as his profile picture… Just when I thought everything might get better.

                I cried myself to sleep every single night. I lost everything new that I gained. My friends and my respect. All over again… No one liked me, I was shunned by those I once called friends. I was taunted with name-calling. I could feel their judgment with every passing glance, more like glare.

                I can never get that photo back. It’s out there forever. Haunting me, following me wherever I go. Taking away everything that makes me happy…

                I started cutting. My wrists and arms covered in deep red gashes which turned into pale white-pink scars.

                I promised myself, never again. Never again would I flash. I would never make that mistake again.

                I didn’t have any friends, they had turned their backs on me. I ate lunch, alone.

                So I moved schools… again…

                Everything was better. I still sat alone in a cafeteria full of kids, but I didn’t have to deal with the names or the snide comments or my locker full of hate notes.

~1 Month Later~

                I started talking to an old guy friend. We texted back and forth all the time. Then he started telling me he liked me. He strung me along; all the while he had a girlfriend…

                Later, he told me to come over to his house. He told me his girlfriend was on vacation… I liked him, so I did… Another big mistake…