Story of A Girl.

When I Was Ten Years Old.

     Six years ago I was suicidal... I know a ten year old wanting to commit suicide? Not your average ten year old, but I didn't have it easy. I was bullied, still am. Just because I'm not the prettiest or skinniest girl in the school doesn't give anyone the right to bully. I grew up in a small town which gave people an advantage at picking one person to pick on for the rest of their lives. I cried myself to sleep every night. I started cutting. My wrists, my thighs, my hips, everywhere. It took the pain I received away and was replaced with a new pain. Hurt. The pain was different though and it didn't cause me to hate my self the way the kids at school did.

     I finally got the urge to kill myself. I told myself if the bullying continued I would kill myself on my 11th birthday. I waited, the bullying increased, I wanted to end my life then and there. So, I tried it, exactly two months before my eleventh birthday. I went up to my bathroom, turned the water on, and let the tub fill up. I got in and before I knew it I was drifting off into the clouds. I could see myself lying in the tub. Something happened. Sparks started to thrive from my chest. I couldn't believe it. I thought I was dead, but that would make it too easy wouldn't it? I opened my eyes, still in the tub. I should be dead by now, I wasn't, wasn't turning colors, wasn't gasping for air, no, instead I was still breathing underwater. I was crazy and I started to believe everything the bully's had said about me. I was a freak. The scars from cutting vanished into thin air. What was happening to me? I thought I was delusional. I got out of the tub, grapped my robe and ran to my room.

     After I was in my room I checked myself. Everywhere I had ever cut. My skin was clear. I could't grasp any of which was happening to me, I ended up drifting off into a deep sleep. Sleeping for two days. My parents were worried and woke me up on the third day. They thought I was dead and in reality I wanted to be.