Logan's POV
I was the weird kid who always knew the answers. I was fine with them teasing me, it didn't bug me. It wasn't until middle school when they started to beat me up. I tried to shrug it off, but it wasn't easy. Most days I came home with bruises or cuts on me. My mom wasn't ever home because of her schedule, so she didn't know. It kept getting worse: the threats, broken bones, everything. After they finally sent me to the hospital, I knew no one cared. The pain didn't hurt as bad, I made myself go numb. I didn't let them mess with my school work though. I still had straight A's. In high school, I couldn't take not feeling anything. I took a kitchen knife and slit my wrist. I finally felt something, and kept doing it. My name is Logan Mitchell, I have a cutting issue, and bullying almost killed me.
James's POV
I was the kid who everyone teased because of my love of fashion. I always had the newest clothes, newest shoes, newest everything. They called me the spoiled brat because I was rich. I laughed it off, but in middle school, I couldn't take it anymore. The names hurt, and who ever said 'Sticks and Stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me' is the biggest idiot. The words killed me on the inside. I was so insecure about my looks because of them. If they thought my outside was bad, they never saw the inside. I was ugly on the inside, and I knew it. I started drinking away the pain. My parents didn't care, they never cared about me. It was always about the money. I kept a bottle of gin with me at all times, even at school hidden in water bottles. In high school, I was drunk every night. My grades were dropping, but I still passed. My name is James Diamond, I have a drinking issue, and bullying almost killed me.
Carlos's POV
I was the fat kid in school. I always ate more than I should. Corndogs were my weakness. The kids always made me realize that I was the ugly fat ass that no one would ever care about. Some days I didn't even go to school because it got so bad. The bullies never left me alone. The words made me hurt so badly. Then they started beating me up. In high school, I found my relief. It was a cooking accident, really, but once it happened I couldn't stop. I accidently burnt myself while using the stove. The pain wasn't bad, it was a nice feeling. After that, I couldn't stop burning myself. I did it where no one would see, and it made me feel better after a day of being bullied. My name is Carlos Garcia, I have a burning issue, and bullying almost killed me.
Kendall's POV
I was a mean person. My life wasn't perfect at home, so I took it out on people at school. I teased them, called them names, and hurt them. I didn't want to, but once I started I had to live up to my reputation. I took the pain from home and dished it out at school. My three main victims were the ones I wanted to see past the reputation. I knew they never would, but I still wished. Their pain got rid of the pain of the constant abuse at home. I tried to stop once, but when they called me out on it, I shrugged it off as a joke. I wanted to go up to James, Logan, and Carlos and apologize for everything. I couldn't do that though, I needed to protect myself. My name is Kendall Knight, and I have a bullying issue.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTR :(
I know I should work on my other stories... like seriously... but I had this come into my head and I couldn't pass it up. I promise I'll update my other stuff soon! This was just a one shot, and I don't plan on doing anything else to it. So... thanks for reading! :) Edit: Re uploaded for BTR against bullying day ;)
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