When things go great, Something or Someone Brings it down.

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It was my year of 6th grade, and i made a few friends Nani, Cathniss, Bianca, and Breyanne. Good friends who was always there for me through thick an thin----Always.Except through the point of my school year when i was cyber-bullied. Nani, Cathniss, Bianca, and Breyanne wasn't the ones to help me in this particular subject. It was Damen. Damen was the one i kiked talking about my cyber bullying and the very first person i ever told. He was there. He told me i was gonna be fine, and i didn't take shit from no one, and going through that critical time at such a young age, i felt like if this is what my life will be then fuck it, let me end it now. Damen stopped me. Damen let me know there's much more than this. Damen let me know what mattered most. Damen was the one who made me feel the opposite of what people called me on the internet. Later when school ended, and everyone knew me and seemed somewhat well-known, i gained more followers on instagram. Which still, to me, meant i had more friends. Friends... Friends that i saw in mean girls. Friends i always dreamed of. And as weird and stupid as that may sound. Friends made me feel worth it. Friends made me feel important. 

My life seemed good. I mean i had some bumps my first year of middle school, but is that not what EVERYONE goes through in 6th grade?

It was summer of 2013 and i was balling, on every corner getting likes on instagram, making new friends, giving tbh(to be honest), back to back. Kiking mutiple people feeling like my life was amazing. Then, i kiked my best friend, Damen. He changed alot. He seemed more mature and more serious, than how he used to be. He was going through pubery! Such a fucking loser, haha. It was cute. "Cute". We still texted each other, but the life and joy we had disappeared a little. But i was still twelve, and i didn't know much. 

I remember our first fight.

I liked him and got jealous. I think it was about how we barely talked and i felt insecure and all that petty twelve year old shit.

But we got over it.

It might have changed how we approached ourselves on kik, but it seemed like a harmless.

Unlike the rest of our aruguments(fights).

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