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.


8. Rabbit: All Alone

Bailey was still. Blood was matted in her hair. It was the nightmare all over again. But this time it was real. I couldn't let her die. I pulled my mobile out of my pocket and called an ambulance. I stroked her cheek.

"Everything is gonna be OK, just stay. Please, for me," I pleaded. I brushed her hair out of her face. She was growing cold. The wind blew around me and raindrops fell onto the pavement. Tears rolled down my cheek. I heard an ambulance approach.

"Is that your friend?" Someone said, I jumped and turned. It was one of the two teenagers. Their car was parked down the road,

"Yeah," I mumbled

"We are so sorry, I didn't see her, she just walked out in front of me!" He said quickly.

"It's OK, I know you didn't mean to hit her, she was trying to kill herself," My voice broke at the end and I burst into tears. The ambulance pulled up. I stood up and walked out of the way. They put her onto a stretcher and put a blanket over her.

"What's her name?" someone asked me,

"Bailey," I whispered, "She lives there," I said pointing to her house. Her Mum must of seen the flashing lights and looked out of the window. She saw Bailey and ran out of the house. She was still in her pyjamas.

"Oh my god! What happened!" She screeched,

"Bailey got hit by a car, she tried to kill herself," I sobbed, I buried my face in my hands. Then her Mum started giving them details and then the police got called. They put Bailey in the back of the ambulance. I stood where I was and I stared at the pool of Bailey's blood. I couldn't take anything anymore. I have lost Mum and now I have lost Bailey.

"Are you OK?" Bailey's Mum asked me and she put her arm around me, she looked worried and scared,

"No," I whispered and burst out crying,

"Do you want to go in the back of the ambulance with Bailey?" She asked me and I nodded. Then she towed me into the ambulance. Bailey was still, I was hoping that her eyes will be open and I was expecting her to smile when she saw me. Her eyes stayed closed. Her lips stayed in a straight line. Her expression stayed vacant.

I tried to sleep that night, I stayed curled up in my bed. Bailey died. They tried their best to save her. At least she is in a happy place now. I burst into tears again. I'm friendless. Mum is dead, Nan can't look after me. I'm gonna end up in care! My whole life is messed up. This can't be real. This must be a nightmare. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that Bailey is alive and Mum is alive I still couldn't get to sleep.  

School was the same, I cried a lot though. People asked me what was wrong and I just shook my head. I don't want friends 'cause they feel sorry for me. I walked slowly into assembly, I followed the people in front. The chairs were green and made out of plastic. I watched the head teacher stride up on the stage. 

"Good morning, we have some sad news to announce. Sadly, another student has passed away. She died because she committed suicide, she killed herself because she was bullied. This student's name was Bailey White, " A picture of Bailey appeared on the big screen. Her hair was nice and she looked very happy in the picture. But I knew she was faking a smile, she never smiles. " If you know who bullied this girl you need to report them, if you bullied her you need to step forward, we don't want bullies in this school. If you are being bullied we want you to report it." Mr King carried on. I started crying again, no one will let me forget that Bailey is dead.  "Are you ok?" The girl next to me asked,  "No, Bailey was my best friend," I sobbed, teachers noticed me crying and pulled me out of the hall. They sat me in an empty classroom to calm down. 

"Was Bailey your friend?" They asked, I nodded, 

"I saw her die," I whispered, "I tried to stop her, I yelled at her, if only I told her my Mum had died, maybe she would of stayed and not died," I mumbled, tears rolling out of my eyes and then falling onto my lap. 

"Your Mum died?" I nodded, "Maybe you shouldn't be at school, you should go home and let yourself have some time to heal," Miss Smith suggested, 

"My Nan can't look after me! I have to go to school!" I replied, my voice breaking, I continued to stare at my lap. 

"Maybe you should be put into care, you'll get adopted," Miss Smith suggested again, 

"I don't want to go into care!" I sobbed and started to cry even more. They didn't listen and in a few hours I was in care. I had to pack all of my stuff, the place I was going to was temporary, I would get moved on and if I was really lucky I might get adopted. Everyone was friendly, but I just stayed in my room, I had to share it so I stayed on my half. Everything was still packed, I didn't want to unpack. My Nan didn't want me to go. We both knew I was going to get dumped into care someday. 


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