So, one day I was walking to the store to pick up some snacks and I saw two of my neighbors walking down my street, now, mind you in this town I had no friends whatsoever so I didn't really pay any attention, with them I saw this boy (let's call him Assailant) who I did not recognize I assumed he was a high schooler (I was in seventh grade at the time of this story) but at any rate he was on a bike. They kept calling me "Harry Potter" which I didn't find insulting the only reason I found that insulting is because I look nothing like Harry Potter I have glasses but it ends there.

And they invited me to their side of the road, I though they were being friendly, so I came over, And it was all good, but then Assailant decided to start running after me with his bike to start running over my bike. Neighbor #1 started to film it, my voice hadn't changed yet so I had a girlish scream and they laughed at that. I had become fast at running from having an entire town at your throat but my legs were no match for a bike. I had to practically jump onto his handlebars to avoid him crushing my spine.

Living in a redneck town I said something that I knew would really piss him off, "At least I'm not a homo." (I found out later that I'm bi, so, yeah.) we were passing a trailer park on the way to the store and I was so deprived from non-hostile contact from a human I didn't have the good sense to get the hell out.

Assailant disappeared into the trailer park and I kind of broke away from my neighbors.

I actually remember what I bought at the store because of the blood on the logos.

Anyway as I was checking out my Root Beer and jerky stick Neighbor #1 walked in my aisle and said "Are you okay?" So I said "Yeah." and she ran out the door.

While walking in the sore parking lot heading home I heard assailant say "Watch this" and I just looked over in time to see his face before it hit my temple. and I hit the ground, Assailant continued to kick me in the lung on the ground. He kept kicking my stomach and all I could hear was laughing.

I heard someone from the store yell "CASHIER 9-9" which I knew was store speak for "Call 911". A lady I knew from the store asked to give me a ride. And I went along because Assailant fled and if I walked I'd die, and if I was kidnapped I would die. It was kind of a lose-lose situation that ended in a win.

The next day in school I confronted Neighbor #1 and she apologized for the behavior of Assailant.

Two weeks later I walked in on them having sex in the same store's bathroom.

Today, I live in a completely different town and have a fairly considerable following (43 followers) on Wattpad. Also many friends who I exchange war/bullying stories with.

For me it was mostly physical altercations and teasing because of my feminine nature.

When middle school started, when I was 10.

Everyone, even the teachers sometimes.

Mostly like it was just a normal day, I had become desensitized to it after a while but before then I didn't know what was happening, everybody liked me when I was in Elementary school.

I still suffer from PTSD, depression, and anxiety after this which ended two years ago. And in the thick of it I tried to kill myself no less than 10 times.

I told my family and the people who ran the school, my parents told the people who ran the school as well and they did nothing. Mostly because I wanted it to stop.

About three years.

Thankfully no, I have a newly lost faith in God and survived the worst summer of my life (whole other story involving robberies and dead dogs just not for now). And I now have an excellent group of friends.