Hey everyone! I wrote this because I hate bullying. No tragic backstory needed, dont want to waste time. This might just shed some light on the subject...
It hurts. A lot. I want to die, Just curl up in my bed and die. The things they say are terrible, and it stabs me in the heart. They tell me that I'm stupid for having an imagination. And I believe them.
"Ferb should get more attention."
"You can't build that stuff, you think you're so cool just because you say you can."
"You are just a little twirp."
Those voices come back. Much worse has been said, and there are even rediculous photos of me online. No one knows how I feel. I am alone.
XOXOXOX
Every year during the winter holidays, I am made fun of. People call me a freaking Jew. Actually, what they call me isn't apropriate for this rating. It burns to hear those words...
And no one knows my pain. I bottle it up inside, and it comes out at home where I hurt my mother. I dont mean to hurt her! I just take out my anger in the wrong ways. But I'm left in the dark, not ever my mom had these problems.
XOXOXOX
Isabella grabbed her rollerblades and helmet from the garage and silently slipped outside. The road wasn't too icy, she could skate. The 16 year old grumbled as she made her way down the street, Hoping that no one was around her hiding spot. It was a large, upground root that kind of served as a cave, and she went thaere when times were tough.
No one. Good. Isabella slipped into the dark hole, the only light being from the entrance. She sat down and buried her face in her knees, crying. Her sobs shook her whole body. She gasped suddenly. Something was touching her shoulder! She squirmed away, only to hear a voice next to her.
"Who are you?"
She was too stunned to answer. Yet her voice quivered out. "I- I'm sorry. I just needed to get away and-"
"Isabella?"
"How did you know?"
A hand reached out from the dark and grabbed Isabella's hand. "I'd know your voice from miles away."
Isabella relaxed. "Phineas?" She felt him drawing circles into the back of her hand, and she sighed in happiness. She loved it when he did that.
Soon a light clicked on. Phineas had a flashlight with him, and the warm glow encircled them. He set the flashlight down, and before him was the ravenhaired girl. Her makeup was smeared across her face, and her hair was tangled and greasy. She looked him over as well, and his face was puffy with tears.
"What's gotchya down?" Phineas asked his best friend. She turned away and started crying again. "No, don't cry." He took her hands in his and rubbed them gently, and she faced him again. "Everyone's hurting me. It's because I dont celebrate Christmas." Isabella muttered.
Phineas looked down. "People hurt me too. I'ts because I'm so imaginative and optimistic." He tugged at his shirt and frowned. Isabella reached out and touched his face, wiping away his tears.
"You're cold." He said, feeling her fingers on his cheek. He was honestly worried about her, she forgot a coat in her haste.
"I'm fine." Isabella replied. Phineas shook his head. He took of his jacket and wrapped it around his friend. "I don't want you to get sick." She still shivered, and Phineas tugged at her arm. "Come here." She was swiftly pulled into his lap, and his arms wrapped around her waist.
He softly hummed a lullaby, and drew circles into her back. Her eyes were falling to a close, and a smile spread across her face. Phineas smiled at her, and he whispered five words that changed both of their lives forever. "You can lean on me."
They quietly sobbed in eachother's embrace.