Sugar

Make It Stop

As you'd all know, bulling goes to extreme measures. Not just teasing, but beating. Coming home everyday with new bruises to show. But it's not like anyone would care that someone is hurt, is it? Well, I was one of those victims. Just like any other regular day, I came to school feeling like something should change to better. And just like any other regular day, it doesn't go that way. I come to school, have Rick and Kerry beating me all day, everyone stares, not like IT MATTERS! NOT LIKE IT'S BAD THAT I'M BEING HIT FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! What did I do to deserve this?! Lunch time, I finally get a break. Kerry and Rick finally leave me alone. Donald came by and asked, "Hey, are you alright? I saw you get pushed around back there, and I didn't know if you need any help, so, do you?" I answer sarcastically, "No... It's not like it hurts me or anything. Duh, I needed help! How stupid are you?! Just to leave your friend right there. You aren't a friend. I don't know what you are, Don, but you need to fix yourself." I got up, and walked away. Another thing to ruin the day. Just, God, make the pain stop. I can't take it anymore. I'm fed up with this crap your giving me. It's not like anyone will care other than you, God. I know you are the only one that can make it stop. I need it to stop, because right now, I'm having suicide thoughts, and when that comes, it means something needs to be stopped. After leaving the table, I was stopped by someone. They were behind me, so I would think it to be Kerry or Rick. So instinct made me say, "Please leave me alone. I don't need to have any more bruises for the day." The person turned me around. It was Lisa. She asked, "What's going on? I'd never hurt you. I'd never hurt anyone." Apparently, I couldn't hide the secret I've been keeping for at least a year now. I burst out, "Lisa, I'm being bullied. And horribly. I'm too afraid to ask anyone about it." She asked, "How many bruises do you have?" I tried avoiding the question by saying, "I really don't wanna talk about it..." She asked again, but a bit more upset sounding, "How. Many. Bruises. Do. You. Have?" I stared at her, but them rolled up my left sleeve to reveal tons of scratches, brown spots, scraps, and much more. I did the same with the right sleeve, and she gasped. I put them back down, then walked away. I don't wanna talk to anyone...