Before I start the story I just want to say that some of this has happened to me. People pointing and saying something mean, girls, being asses. I have been bullied every year since the second grade (I'm going into 7th) without fail. I was home schooled before so I have high anxiety around people and groups. After being picked on for not talking and hiding away in a corner I got picked on which gave me more anxiety and depression. I have in fact made a few cuts on myself but I stopped soon after. I still have minor depression and high anxiety, personally, I write and draw to help cope with it. When reading this I want you guys to know that there are some mentions and things suggesting suicide or cutting. Please don't report this story and if anyone, I don't care if I don't know you, ever needs to talk you can talk to me. If you get offended or I accidentally trigger you please come talk to me. And know that I don't support bullying what so ever. If you have something against someone talk to them not be mean to the point that they hurt themselves. I've always been picked on for being quiet because of anxiety and crying when people start yelling because of PTSD so know that you can talk to me. I'll get to the story now.
You walk to school like normal. People point and laugh at you while saying some mean comment to their friends. There have been rumors going around that you slept with some guy you met on the sidewalk. People also have said that you have a job as a stripper because of your chest size. Your 15 and you really didn't care about guys or anything like that. Your arms are covered in bandages from the scars you have because of these rumors. You make your way up to the roof and sit down. The whole way there people just kept giving you dirty looks. You sit there and the tears start spilling from your dull (e/c) eyes.
"Why does everyone hate me?" You ask no one rubbing your eyes.
"Because you're a slut. I bet you let just about anyone touch that giant chest you have." An annoying voice of one of the most popular girls in school says. (I am sorry if your character has a small bust. I went through people saying this like that to me when I was 10 and for the purpose of the story, you actually have a chest. It not actually really big it can be a normal size if you want or it can be bigger.)
"What is that supposed to mean. I think you're just upset that I actually have boobs unlike you." You say coldly, she grabs your arms and pins you against the wall with the help of her two friends.
"Look at you all high and mighty. Everyone here hates you. Why do you even act like you're cool by wearing these bandages? You might as well disappear." Her brown headed friend said.
"Don't you think I've already tried that." You say quietly.
"Hmm? What are these really covering then." The fake blond girl says rolling up your sleeves and tearing the cloth with her nails.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Little Missy trying to ease the pain we give you by hurting yourself?" The 3rd girl says mockingly.
"Let me go." You say weakly.
"Why, so you can just go off and kill yourself. It'd be more fun if we gave you a little push." The leader says having her brunette friend and the blue eyed friend bring you to the edge of the roof. No is here to see what's going on. You step onto the edge and look down think of your options when you feel a hand on your back than a push. Your eyes widen as you start falling. As soon as you feel it seemed you hit the ground. You hear your bond cracking then you black out.
