Day five; Story five

I was always the funniest and the loudest person in the class in my previous school. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that I would be short of friends, but slowly and eventually I realised that I was wrong. Now, I don’t have any friends and I’m probably the quitest person in the class. I don’t speak much because of the fear of being called names again and this is a new school for me.

Names? Teasing? Pain? Whether you like to admit it or not, this is a form of bullying. Something as little as being teased can affect a person to a point where they no longer want to contribute to anything. I don’t want her to believe she has no friends, and there’s a very simple logic behind that; if there is anyone that a person needs while growing up, it’s someone other than family they can rely on, someone who’s always there for them, someone to do crazy shit with, someone who’s simply put, a friend. 
But instead, they decided to push her to a point where she saw no option but self harm, ”

I started cutting, not because of my shortage of friends but because of the names people started calling me by.

Why? Why do people think that it’ll make them feel better about themselves if they make someone else miserable, why do they think that it’s okay to say words that they cannot take back, why do we let it happen around us and why don’t we stop them?

“Why did they call you names all of a sudden like that?”
Because basically I was a really good at debates and my mom was a teacher in the same school. They thought that I won all the competitions because she is my mother. She has a good reputation there. They thought that the teachers gave my mom all the question papers and that was the reason why I scored decent marks.

I don’t even know how to respond to this. I can’t even let it sink in, to do this to someone on the basis of something so hypothetical, it’s… Shitty and shameful. I know she’s way better than them, and probably calling her names made them feel better about themselves, but at what expense? Making her so helpless that she would want to tear her skin and make it need because it hurt lesser in comparison?

“How are you doing now that you’re out of there?
I don’t have a lot of people I can call my friends, but I’m doing great. I’m 135 days clean today and I’ve learnt to be content with myself.

That’s not true. You always have me, whether you choose to trust me or not, lies in your hands, but I promise to try and do everything in my capabilities to heal your wounds. I couldn’t be more proud of you for deciding to face it, and for deciding to know better. Love yourself, you’re worth it, and don’t let anyone tell you differently.

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