Bailey is 14, she has been bullied her whole life because she has been small. Will she kill herself? Rabbit is 11, she is bullied because of her name, how will she deal with it? This story is about two girls who are bullied. This is my entry for the bullying competition.


5. Bailey: Pain

I decided to walk to the library. I kept my sleeves over my wrists. No one needed to know what I did yesterday. I don't want to be called an emo. I entered the schools library, there was a few tables surrounded the chairs, all of them were empty except for one, a girl sat at the one nearest the window. She was reading a book. There were bookshelves full of books. I didn't want to know how many books this library held. I walked over to the girl, she looked like she had been crying. I sat next to her.
"Hey, I'm Bailey," I told her, she looked up from her book and her hazel eyes looked into my eyes. She had bruises under her eyes like she hasn't been sleeping well. Her skin was pale and her brown hair fell down past her shoulders. Lucky her, she had straight hair. Unless she straightens it.
"Hi, I'm Rabbit," She whispered, her voice was sweet like honey.
"Cool name," I complimented, I smiled at her,
"I like it, but people think it's funny and take the piss," She looked down and tears attacked her eyes.
"Oh," I whispered "People take the piss out of my height, they always have done," Then we told each other the story of our lives.
"Mum won't tell me or Nan anything, we don't know if it is getting better. She's keeping us in the dark," Rabbit whispered, tear drops fell out of her eye and rolled down her cheek.
"Oh," I whispered, I felt sorry for her. She lost her Dad and now her Mum has got cancer. I looked down at the table and realised how lucky I was to have both my Mum and Dad. I kept one thing from Rabbit, I never told her I self harmed. No need to make her worry or give her nightmares. The bell went and I watched her walk to her next lesson. I stayed in the library. I can't face anymore abuse. It was maths and the teacher left the classroom a lot. The other kids would take my maths book and tear out pages and steal my pens. I don't know what I did to them for them to hate me so much. It's nearly the whole of year nine, some just watch it happen. Teachers saw me but they ignored me. It was like I was invisible. Which is good. Then it was the next lesson, I didn't want to go to that either, people will know I was bunking the previous lesson and laugh. I wish I would just die. It's not like I will be missed. People will be pleased. I got up and walked out of the school building and I ran home, I didn't want to get caught. The school will know I have gone missing. Maybe this is the right time to kill myself. All I simply have to do is walk out in front of a speeding car. Hopefully death will be painless, but if I feel pain I will know it's real not a dream.

I grabbed a knife from the kitchen drawer and pressed the blade to my wrist. I felt the blade dig deeper and deeper into my skin. Then I realised what I had done when I felt blood pour out of my wrist. I dropped the knife, it stabbed the floor inches away from my left foot. Crimson red blood dripped onto the floor. I screamed in pain, my whole wrist was burning. I grabbed a nearby towel and tried to stop the blood. My heart beat frantically. The towel was drenched in blood in a few minutes, I threw it on the floor and grabbed some kitchen towel. Tears ran rivers down my face. My stomach flipped, I felt like I was gonna throw up. I hate the sight of blood. I squeezed my eyes shut and I felt dizzy. I breathed in and out slowly. I dropped the kitchen towel and let my hands fall down to my sides and I just stood still. I tried to block out the noise of the blood as it dripped onto the floor.

I breathed in and out.
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