Kindergarten up to 5th grade I was bullied. I had short hair and I looked like a boy. This kid, he walked up to me at recess and called me a boy just straight out. I also got notes that said I was stupid and that I was a mistake and I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to tell anyone or a teacher so I kept it a secret. Then it got worse. Once I was playing (and by playing I mean role playing) outside and a guy was walking down the street and I didn't think twice about it because that was very common. And he stopped in front of me, turned toward me and darted at me. He knocked me to the ground and started hitting and punching me calling me a freak, stupid, a mistake. The last word got me and I heard a voice in the back of my head saying "Do it" and I froze. Then, I punched the guy square in the nose. He backed off and I ran in my house and to my bathroom. I turned on the sink and did an unforgettable thing. I cut myself. I went deeper and deeper until that same voice yelled "STOP!" I did as I was told and it was like I was snapped out of a trance. Then I looked at my arm and almost screamed. I quickly washed it off in the running sink and rapped my arm with bandage. Later on I found a friend, two in fact, and I was happier, but I still felt gref over my parents divorce when I was two and they went back to court for things and it was just too much for my 9 year old heart that I thought the unthinkable. I had the thought of death, my death and how wonderful it would be. So, I walked into my room, knife in hand, and I was about to stab myself to death until my friends opened my door. They stopped me right on time and I would like to thank them. They don't have Wattpads but still, thank them. For me
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Non-FictionBullying is a very serious issue that effects the lives of many. I hope that by many of us sharing our personal stories, it will not only help victims realize that they are not alone, but also help bullies realize how strongly their actions and word...
