Hello, my name is Ty or Tyler and yes I'm a girl.

Since I was about 5, I was treated like crap because of my name and my older sister. My older sister was adopted by my parents and died at the age of 23. She did drugs, she skipped school, and bought weed from a shady guy who soon was a father to her son who lives with my parents.

But now grab a seat, this might be a bit to read.

I was new to a school and I was in 1st grade (Or 1st year for some people). (Sister is still alive then) and kids let me play with them and were nice to me, until Bully1 came in. Bully1 had about 5 other friends and they were super rich and got everything they wanted. Little nice me wanted to talk to them because I heard they love new kids, I regret that. They let me join their little group and then they started calling me "Poor" "Ugly" "Homeless" But little me ignored it and slowly pulled away.

After 1st grade, they would poke at me but my friends would stop them before I knew that they were even trying to talk to me. Friend1 and Friend2 helped me with school and getting papers in on time and we loved each other as great friends.

Bully1 and her friends stopped trying to mess with me and things were ok until 5th grade.

Me, Friend1 and Friend2 were still hanging out and we were still close. But about 10 weeks into 5th grade Friend2 told me and Friend1 that she was lesbian. Friend1 and Me still were friends with Friend2.

Friend2 always hated men because if her father, so I wasn't surprised when she came out. But it took about a week for Friend1 to get used to this.

You know some friends can hurt you hard and without any early sigh that he/she will? Well about 2 weeks later, Friend1 told Bully1 about Friend2 and joined Bully1 and her group. Friend1 was now Bully2. Friend2 would run crying to me after classes and Bully1 & Bully2 would follow her but I tried my best to keep them off her. Usually Friend2 would run crying to me with cuts and marks on her skin.

Here is what would happen.

Friend2 would come running to me crying and with all these marks on her and hide behind me. I was a the tallest kid and Friend2 was short so she could easily hide behind me. Both Bully 1&2 and their little group of friends would walk over with their chins up and a evil grin. They would try to walk past me but I held my arm out and moved so they couldn't get to Friend2. They would slap me but they sucked at it, they never left a mark, but Bully2 did. She would tell Bully1 and their friends to back up and she would try to hid my legs but that never worked. She would try to push me. (I never hit the bullies or pushed them in anyway. I wanted to end this without me hurting them because I would probs get in HUGE trouble) By then they would give up and leave.

This happened about once a week, and afterwords Friend2 would sit down and I tried to calm her.

In 6th grade, I found something that made me cry.

Friend2 and I were working in math and some idiot pulled up her sleeve to try to write a Z on it (It's a stupid game) and I saw a few shallow cuts on her arm. The kid didn't see it but I looked at her in shock, soon after the bullies started going on me.

All the bullies in the WHOLE grade now were on me. Not just bully 1&2, ALL OF THEM!!! I had my own bullies but I didn't care about them until now. They push me around and call me names like "Slut" "Whore"

"Emo" "Ugly" "Sick" but the one that hurt me the most was "Unwanted" They would take my pencils and write over my desk. I got to class early because of band so I cleaned my desk before the teachers could see the mess they made. After classes they would find time to slap me and punch me and poke me in the chest with pens,pencils,rulers,and their own hands. My sister died soon after and it got worse. They couldn't find me on the web because I only was reading on my personal electronics.

This still happens and just about 2 weeks ago.... Friend2 tried to take her own life and is now still in a coma. I spend my weekends with her in the Hospital and hope that she wakes up soon. I cut everyday and I wear dark clothing and it covers my cut marks. Friend2's body is still healing from cuts on her arms and legs.

I am now getting bullied more than ever and in my closet I have a knife,a rope, and pills ready for me. If Friend2 dies or doesn't wake up soon, and if the bullying doesn't stop....... I will take my own life and I will go out without a word.

I have plans to go see someone about my depression in the winter, and the doctor said Friend2 should wake up in the next 9 mouths and will be home schooled.

As for me and the bullies.... My mother knows about it and has stopped about 2 of them.

I hope that you learn something from this... I stayed with Friend2 for so long, and I still am. Be a good friend and don't be like Friend1/Bully2. Just be a good friend!

Have a nice day and smile!

-Ty