Bullies
Ella a lovely young nice girl in the 7th grade walked into the school and was immediately bombarded with word, words that drove her crazy. Things like emo and freak, and worthless bitch along with a thousand others. Though she was just slightly more emotional than the average girl. One day she had enough of the name calling and bullying so she went to her history teacher for help hoping he would understand. "its been going on like this for years now." She told him after explaining the situation. "Have any of them hit you?" he asked. "Well no." Ella responded quietly. "ah I see. Sticks and stones may brake your bones but words will never hurt you." The history teacher told her like he had told a hundred kids before her. That was it she had snapped. "DO YOU NOT REMEMBER WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE CALLED SUCH HORRID NAMES ALL DAY EVERYDAY!?" Ella shrieked at the top of her lungs. "Ella calm!" he scolded her, his temper rising. "NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! DO NOT TELL ME TO CALM DOWN! YOU MUST HAVE BEEN ONE OF THE CRULE BOYS TELLING EVERYONE THAT! WORDS CAN CAUSE MENTAL PAIN THAT'S WORSE THAN PHYCAL OR, OR, OR COULD DRIVE US TO CAUSE OURSELFS PHYCAL PAIN!" she continued yelling, taking a breath she stopped and pulled her sleeves up to reveal cuts, burns, and scars. The teacher gasped and muttered, "I'm so sorry." To both Ella and the people he had hurt. "I'm so so sorry." He repeated. "You should be!" Ella yelled. Ella's older sister, max, walked in the room hearing Ella yelling, and wondering why. "Ella what is it?" max asked. Ella sighed "I-I'm just tired of everyone and the names and…everything." She sighed again. Just as Ella finished telling max what was wrong lissa, a poplar girl, poked her head in the room, looked straight at Ella and had the nerve to tell her "Aww look the stupid attention whore who cuts and should just kill herself already." With a grin on her face. Ella had had enough that was the last straw. Ella ran out the door and out of the school. Max was furious and decked lissa breaking her jaw. "That's for destroying my sisters image of the world!" she screamed in lissa's face. The history teacher was still in a daze. Ella ran and ran till she reached the river, there was an elm wood forest surrounding it. She took the blade from her pocket, flipped it open and slit her wrist while tear ran down her now pale face. Just as the blood hit the sand the river water soon licked it away. The crimson liquid pouring, from the sweet young, girl's wrist, and staining her silver blade. She couldn't take it one second longer and jumped in the fast curetted river. Max ran to the river with lissa on her heels just as Ella had jumped in. "Ella no!" max shriek as she started to sob. Lissa looked at max and to where ella had jumped and back again. "d-di-did I-I do that?" lissa stammered. Max looked at lissa, her eyes showing the deadness of here soul, and simply nodded.
(if anyone needs help inbox me even if i cant help ill listen. anyways words can hurt a lot and drive people do do things like cut or kill themselfs.)