When I went to school, everyone were whispering something about me, I knew it was me as they were all looking at me; when I reached my seat I saw horrible words written in it, as soon as I saw it I went to the staff room and changed my desk as the writings wouldn't come out even if you use all your strength to clean it. And that was the day I started getting bullied. Everyday my seat would get trashed so I ignored it but… one day it was too much, as soon as I opened my bag after lunch, I got cut as I didn't notice that there shattered pieces of glass in my bag, I ignored it too but it was getting out of hand day by day and I was losing my strength to control my anger. Some days passed, it was the same, but I got a message from Nari to come meet her the next day; so I went, I guess I was too unlucky or I just trusted too much.
As soon as I reached there, I saw that Nari was waiting for me with a smile on her face; it was a dark alley where not many people come; as I was going towards her, some girls came and blocked the way, they were going to beat me up but when I called Nari for help or to call someone, she was just standing there with a smile on her face. I was not that unlucky, it's a relief that I learned MMA (Mixed Martial Arts) so as soon as I knew that Nari was behind everything, I was boiling in anger, after I broke free; I went to Nari and said, "Let's not talk ever again, ok?" And then I ran away and tried my best not to cry and surprisingly I didn't even cry a tear but… whenever I saw her at school or coincidentally met her, my throat would hurt by the effort to not cry
Some months later, we moved to the states. And that's when I started having my anxiety; I regrated every decision I ever made, thoughts like, "What if, this is all a lie or just a long nightmare? What will the people around me do if I die one day? And what if I was never even born?" like that I became an atheist, I still am. A year past just like that and I started having anxiety attacks; at first my parents were scared thinking that if I was sick or something. I didn't wanted to go to the hospital but I had to reluctantly go, I even had the attack at the hospital; the doctors said that it was panic attacks, they even gave me some sleeping tablets; slowly I started having insomnia, so I started eating the sleeping tabs.
To be continued…