Bullied To Death

MaKayla is bullied her whole life. At home, at school, everywhere. As a 17 year old girl, she can't take it anymore. She has no friends, no family, no boyfriend. Then she finally ends it....

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10. Back to normal

After the day was done, MaKayla headed back out to the woods. She had her backpack on her, and she grabbed some food out of her backpack and ate. At this moment she didn't want to see anyone; just wanted to be alone. The sun began to fade so she grabbed her two blankets, wrapped up in a ball and went to sleep. As soon as the sun began to rise she woke up, that meant it was 7:30. That gave her 30 minutes to get to school. She got up, changed her clothes, and began to walk to school. She wore the locket her mother gave her on her neck at all times. 

When she walked into school, the whispers started again. People began to call her names again. Why? They were nice while she was in a coma, and now- that meant nothing; she was just the same old person to them. 

"James," she said grabbing his arm.

"Don't touch me you weird person." He looked at her. 

"James-" he stopped her.

"Look, I don't know who you are, or what you want from me, but go away." He turned away from her and continued to talk to his friends. 

 

Why? She thought. Why is he acting like everyone else now? What did I do? She really didn't understand what was going on with him, but he was acting like he didn't know her. Was it because she refused to stay at his house? She just wanted to be alone for a little while. School went by slow, most of the time she was in the bathroom crying. After school she went back out the woods, and grabbed a brand new razor out of her backpack. She looked down at her wrists, they were both covered in cuts. Her wrists weren't the spot she could cut. So, she looks down and cuts both of her upper thighs until they were completely bleeding, then she curled up in a ball and cried herself to sleep. 

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