Cyberbullied: "I hope you kill yourself."

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About two years ago I went to Colorado with my family. We were going skiing.(Im terrified of heights by the way.. so you can guess how that went.) Anyways, one night we went to a restaurant on the mountain. There was a live band and dancing and stuff, but I dont dance. I started talking to this guy, and strangely enough it turned out he lived pretty close to me. He was a year younger than me, and had blonde hair, and was wearing a nice black shirt, and black pants. And snowboarding boots. I wish I didnt remember any of that. But I remember it all. We talked, and laughed; he was really funny. When it came time to leave, we got each others phone numbers. I was so happy. This sort of thing never happened with me. Later the same night he texted me, saying "Hey beautiful". I smiled and said hey back. He didnt reply the rest of the night, I texted him the next night, saying hey. He said "Who is this?", so I told him. He continued to deny that he knew anything about me, so I stopped texting him. That was hurtful, because I know he knew who I was. But if he wanted to be that way, then fine, I decided to let go of it. Two weeks later he texted me. I was sitting on my bed texting one of the girls I used to be friends with. When his number came up on the screen, I was really confused. He just said "hey", so I texted back "What happened to not knowing me?" His reply confused me even more. "Do you want to go out with me?" I said something about him not knowing me again, and his reply came only a second later. "Haha just kidding." Right after. "I hate you." "I wish we'd never met." "You should die." "I hope you kill yourself." I sat on my bed shaking, crying, and typed out "Just leave me alone." He sent back "I was just kidding. It was just me and my friend messing around." Right after... "Not." I wonder if he knew that I really did want to kill myself. He wouldnt leave me alone. I wasnt answering, but the texts kept coming. And I didnt tell anyone, not the whole story defiantly. I still havent, until now. I wonder what would happen if I had told. Would someone have helped?

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