Short Meaningful Stories| Bullying | Depression

The Monsters Called Bullies

(There's a little role play short story thing Lol from a bully victim's perspective)

I don't know what I did wrong.

I don't fit in with the crowd

I don't get why me.

I don't understand.

I'm a new student at middle school, and everyone a teacher my old school accepted I was lesbian. But At my new school, everybody was disgusted of me, I didn't have any friends, nobody talked to me, the teachers didn't even know. 

They would always call me indescribable names. But that never bothered me, not even a little. One day, it went too far.

I was doing normal things, like putting away my books in my locker, daydreaming. Until....A group of boys and girls came up to me and started screaming and insulting me.

Did I break a rule?

Did I do something wrong I don't know of?

No. Nothing like that. Yet...

They Hurt Me.

I went home with bruises and cuts and burns. My parents weren't home. No one was. 

I cried in the bathroom. I didn't eat dinner. I didn't do anything.

Not until today. I'm gonna do something about this. 

I reached for the knives and the forks, rabbit the water, and locked the door. 

Repeatedly stabbing my arms leaving the forks and knives in my body. 

I was already drowned in my own fears, the insults, the death threats, being me is all.

And yet I drowned myself.