*Warning- This is an extreme situation and it proves how bad it can really get*

So my bullying story started in the beginning of kindergarten. I was really close friends to my teacher and she had become a mother figure to me in just a matter of days, kids would tease me for being so close to her and had claimed that I was weak and couldn't defend myself. I had agreed at the time because I knew I couldn't, I was younger then the rest of the kids and was smaller as well. So that had continued for a while (a few months) until suddenly my teacher had died. I knew it as soon as my mum came to me with a sad look on her face, it crushed me. I remember her funeral well even if I was around 4 when it happened. I had came back to school and we had a new teacher already, it made me feel like they were waiting to replace her. I remember clearly my classmates looks when they knew that I was all alone now with no protector. I was terrified to be honest. So the bullying got worse, though it was mostly name calling and hurtful words. Then it moved on to first grade, the bullying continued at the same pace but I remember it as the year my sister started to hate me. She would find all of my weak points and use them against me. She knew how I was insecure about my looks so she would claim I was fat, she knew how I was emotional and would yell at me until I cried then teased me about being a 'crybaby'.

Then in third grade things got a little better for me. The bullies started to leave me alone a little, they still teased me but not as often as they had always did. I had found something that had really interested me as well. After lunch my teacher would take our class out to the track in front of our school and we would run, walk, or jog. I would push it to my fastest though, not stopping once to take a breathe and to be honest, I became fastest in the class and could not be beaten by anyone. There was soccer as well.

Fourth grade is when things started to get bad again, I was a loner. A kid in my class had started to find my weak points like my sister did and used them against me. The bullies got some-what physical as well. They would shove me in the mud, hit my in the head, throw rocks, etc. Though I knew why everything had gotten worse, my clothing. I had only worn skirts at that point and one of the few shirts I had owned that were covered in stains. The skirts were made from my mum and the shirts where just there. I had nothing else.

Eventually in fifth grade things got better at school and I actually made a few friends. Though things with my family were bad. My sister still hated me and would get any chance she could get to torture me. My parents would just sit there and watch me cry to them about how much she was hurting me. Nothing would work. I started getting depressed. I couldn't stand up to her. Through the years it finally had become seventh grade and I had a small group of friends. Though that is when she had started to become abusive towards me. It started when she had hit be in the legs with a metal pole when I had gotten her mad. Then it was a mini fight between us and she had banged my head against the counter until my vision got blurry. All these hits would come my way in places where it would hurt so much worse. Then I remember getting into fights with my parents, they were terrible. I even overheard my dad calling me a 'little emo rebellious girl' when they noticed signs of me becoming depressed.

I waited till the end of this story to include some of the major things that have happened to me that had started to occur when I was six. I remember noticing how touchy my cousin was with me and it confused me. I remember how much her would just grab me in places I did not like and over the years it grew worse but I did not tell anybody about what he was doing to me. I knew that if I told anybody in my family that they would most definitely not believe me and he would get angry. Fortunately it has not gotten to the point in which he rapes me, I feel used and dirty. I am beginning to open up to my friends and explain to them my situation and now they are giving me onto advice on who to tell and how to stop it.

I now suffer from depression and anxiety from the things that I have encountered but I am still moving strong. I know how bad bullying can really get and I have reached some of the darkest points you can get to. Though I am still moving through with my life and I am proud to say that I have survived. I have not given up yet and will continue to fight through what life has thrown at me. I am planning on being a therapist as well as a writer when I get older to help all the others get threw what I had. Be strong. Be yourself. You are amazing.

ADVICE: Whenever it first begins you need to go straight to someone you know you can trust to stop the problem. Only tell trusted friends what is really going on because you never know if one of those friends you told will turn against you. If you are getting bullied then tell your parents and if you aren't close to them then go to someone else like a counselor or an officer. If you are being sexually abused then fight back. Do not let the person get what they want and do not show them you are weak or they will take it to their advantage. Tell someone as soon as possible, never keep a situation like this to yourself. If you are being physically abused it doesn't matter what threats you receive, in the end the best result comes from telling the police. Never give up.