Okay so I am 15 years old and the bullying started 2 years ago. I didn't really do anything but a girls boyfriend decided he wanted to have sex with me. And well we did but I was kind of pressured. Anyway when I told him it's not going to happen again he went and told this girl what I did. So that's when it started. They began by picking on the smallest things first. Like how my hair was done up or something and even though it was small comments it still hurt. And when my families best friend killed himself. They saw I was upset and started taking cracks at that knowing it was bringing me down. Then the following week they let my dog out my yard and he was ran over. My heart was shattered. I had lost all my friends, my godfather, my pets. What did I have left? My family did not know anything about what has happened and I was getting abused at home by my mother. She would scream at me and slapped me when I answered without her consent. I felt like I was dying on the inside. I couldn't find the will to live and I was struggling to leave my room everyday. The comments were getting worst.

One day I was walking home from school and I heard three people talking behind me. I was grabbed and raped in a public restroom. I didnt have anymore will to live after that. I could not go onto my social medias anymore because I would get hate. I couldn't consult my mother about it because she would just yell, I couldn't go outside anymore. Everyday was a long battle for me I often found myself having panic attacks and wanting to kill myself. Eventually I started self harm and not one person knew about the battle inside of me.

This girl came to the school and we became friends. I was slowly but surely becoming the old me again, I found myself being able to smile freely. But when the bullies saw that they victimized her to. I had to stop this for her so I stopped talking to her, I blocked her

on my social medias and I blocked her number. I could only hope that she would be okay.

She moved schools that next month

So again I was alone, I was cutting my wrists just that little bit deeper everyday. I couldn't go one day without my blade. And of course someone saw them in class. So not only was I being called that whore I was also the attention seeking whore. I turned to drinking by myself at night and getting smashed and hungover the next day just to feel numb even for a little while.

The bullying had not yet stopped. Everyone in the school brings up my cuts, or something I hold to my heart.

I tried to kill myself over the summer and they found out about it through someone. Then they started to stop. They found out that I had hung myself and only hoped for death. They know that it was their fault. Very few people came over and apologized to me when I was in hospital. They said sorry and they cried for me. But it only ever angered me. They can be sorry all they like but it will never fix the scars that they have left.