Under that is a Human

This is not real, but I want you all to know that bullying is not ok and there is always help and that death is not the only way out. This story is based on Amanda Todd, who shows that you can get bullied for your body, skin colour, race, gender, etc. I want anyone to ask me for advice or just someone to talk to. This is my way of trying to change the world. God bless you all.


2. Chapter Two

I don't get it, why does this exist? Why do people feel the need to have power over one another? Why are people singled out? There's always a question but never an answer.


I just remember the face of Lizzy when I left. I knew that Monday would be hard, Dylan would tell everyone, but I know Liz will never turn on me, at least I had her. But I also knew that all weekend I would get texts from Liz, Maddy, Jade, Clara, Alyssa, and maybe Dylan. It seemed like I would never stop walking, I could just keep going on and on, thinking about the good, and the bad. But I eventually reached my house.

I slowly crept in thinking my mom was asleep.

"Your back so soon, why?" My mom interrogated.

"Just feeling a little tired." Which was a half-truth.

"Oh, I thought Elizabeth would keep you out as long as she could." She said surprised.

"First of all, she prefers Lizzy, second, she knew that I would be miserable if I stayed out." I replied.

"That's never stopped 'Lizzy' before."

"Never mind you can keep calling her Elizabeth." I said as I bolted up the stairs before she could say anything. I walked in my room, shutting the door behind me. I checked the time, it was only 11:50 p.m. It was hard to sleep that night, but I started to gradually fall asleep.

I awoke suddenly but not in my bed, I was at my desk. I looked around to see that I was the only one there, I walked down the hallway almost seeming to be invisible to all but one, Dylan. I walked up to him.

"Why did you do it?" I questioned.

"Do what?" He replied.

"Don't act like you don't know."

"I really don't know what your talking about." He sounded very convincing, but I still didn't believe him, so I swung hard and punch him in the nose. That was a mistake. Suddenly everyone in the school looked at me.

Dylan started "Fine. I tried to play nice but now—" Everyone had joined in, "you can consider yourself dead." Everyone was moving closer and closer to me, until I couldn't see anymore light.

I jerked up, but this time in my bed, I thought It was just a dream Amanda, it was just a dream. But no, it seemed so real. I looked at the clock, 4:36 a.m. Good thing it's was Saturday, because after that I swear I slept for another 7 hours after that.

It was about 11:30 a.m. when I woke up, but I don't know the exact time. Mom still had no clue, which was a good thing. I went down eat eat brunch, I grabbed my phone and headed down.

"Well I guess you were tired last night." My mom said. I was still a bit dazed and didn't understand at first, but then the memories came flooding back in. I thought, Mom doesn't really know why I came home so early.

"Yeah." I simply replied. I grabbed some cereal out of the cabinet and a small bowl, and pored my cereal in. I check my phone, I knew I would have so many texts.

'Are you ok? I just want you to speak to me.' Lizzy texted. 'Why wouldn't you answer me!!!!!!!' 'Ugh,' She never stops texting, 'at least give me a 'hey'.' So I did.

'Hey' I finally replied.

'OMG. I actually thought you were dead, your lucky, I was about to report a missing person file or something.' She replied back as soon as I texted. It was almost like she already had it typed out, but was waiting for me to text back so she could press send.

I looked through my other texts, Jade, Alyssa, Clara, and Maddy were all freaking out, just like Lizzy was before I texted her. But I didn't bother texting them, they were probably all at the mall or something anyways. I kept scrolling, until I saw a text from Dylan.

'You have the weekend or I will send it.' Was all it said. I didn't even know how to reply to it, so I didn't. I deleted his contact, blocked him on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and any other social media I could think of. I couldn't believe this, he seemed so sweet, so gentle but no, he's the exact opposite.

For the rest of the day all I could think about was excuses of why my boobs are on his phone. That's all I could for the rest of the weekend actually.

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