That night after dance I went on Instagram and saw that I was still on that hate page. They had posted a new video so I decided to watch it. A few seconds into the video I bursted out crying. It was a video of Georgia, who apparently owns the account, telling all of her followers about how much she hates me and how ugly I was. Georgia has been bullying me for a long time and suddenly I just couldn't take it anymore. I threw my phone at the wall, breaking it and took everything off my dressers and smashed them all. Then I picked up my hair brush and threw it at my mirror as hard as I could. The glass shattered and shards flew all over the place. I then picked up a piece of glass and held it to my skin, not putting any pressure down yet. I stood there with the glass pressed against my wrist, sweating and crying. Images flashed threw my mind and I thought about what would come of this. Images of scars on my arms and legs and me chugging a bunch of pills. Then of my lifeless body on the floor as my family and friends cry hysterically. It was then that I realized I'm better than this. I can't self harm and commit suicide because I'm needed. I can't die! Immediately I dropped the glass and ran down stairs to my mom. I told her everything as she held me. And honestly, it felt really good to talk about it. She told me everything would be okay and that I'm special; and you know what, I believed her. For the first time, I believed her.
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Bully
Fiksi RemajaI am Maddie Parks. Some people are bullied. Some people are the bully. Some people are just glorious and have nothing to do with that type of stuff. Well, I get bullied. It's really bad. And for those of you who are the bully, words hurt. And I have...
