Im 13 and i need help. Ever since i was in school i was bullied and have been trying hard to make friends. I was getting in trouble with the teachers and doing really bad stuff so i could be popular. I was doing drugs yelling at teachers getting kicked out of schools got in a gamg and almost burned down the school. And all my life ive never had a girlfriend and the people that were my “friends” wernt ever my acuall friends and kids were beating me up alot and bullying me and i was doing bad stuff just to get them to even talk to me sometimes. And eventually i got expelled from the school. So my mom made me homeshcooled and thats when i stopped getting bullied but started to get lonely. My parents are never home so i do my schoolwork while they go to work and go to parties. And the time that they were ever acually ever home they were drunk and beat me untill im bleeding and have black eyes. They were never there for me ever. But a few weeks later my uncles beagle got pregnant and she had puppies. He had to give them away so he gave me one. He was about 2 months old when i finally got him. I felt SOO much better i felt like my dog was the only thing i could talk to and i felt like he was the only true friend i ever had. I felt like no matter how bad it ever got he was still there with me. I took him for walks everyday and fed him everyday. There was a problem though. He was the first dog i ever had and i had a though time potty training him. When my parents came home after partying they would get mad because my dog had an accudent in the house. They would scream at my dog and beat him too. They would ussaly grab him by the collar choking him and dropping him down the basments stairs which had about 16 steps. And after a couple months my dog was doing better but still having accidents in the house and my dad got really really mad and threw my dog as hard as could on the ground and threw him down the stairs as hard as he could and slammed the basement door shut. After they went to bed i went to check on him and bring him back upstairs i saw blood everywhere around him as he was lying on the ground. When my dad threw him down the stairs he broke my dogs neck and cut it open. I told my dad to and he said he didnt even care. My dad killed my best friend. My only friend that would listen to me and help me through my hard times. The only real friend not to make fun of me and the only one who was there for me. Hes gone. All because of my dad. I just want to kill myself to be with my only true friend again. And im just about to. I just need someone to talk to. And im sorry this is so long and sorry for any spelling errors i was typing fast.
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@DaEpicNoodle: What you shared left me speechless. You’re a lot tougher than me for surviving that. I’m not good with advice because if I had any worthwhile I’d follow it myself, and I probably wouldn’t be on this site, but… I read and re-read your story. You matter. You wrote that, and your feelings and experiences will continue to ring out loudly long, long after you stop writing here. I don’t know what makes you feel any better–is there anything? For me it’s knowing another “gets it” and cares, sees me as a person and not just another resource on their way to the top. I feel your pain because I’ve had experiences that were ghastly–not comparing mine with yours. I’m saying I feel your hurt, and it matters to me, and if there were anything I could do to take that pain away I would. We need a hero–you and me and the others like us. And I wish your hero would arrive soon.
If you’d like, I’ll listen. No judgements. I’ll just listen.
Oh gosh, that’s a very tragic story. That’s serious animal and child abuse- there’s a kids helpline and other helplines you can call and they’ll help you. Get help please :/ email me if you want- immarebal@hotmail.com
None of this is your fault, and even if you’ve made a few bad choices you can fix them. Get help. You’re stronger than most people out here, so find the strength to help yourself.
My vote is reporting this incident to authorities, and for you to look into having the authorities remove you from that environment, and place you in foster care.
I don’t want to say what i would personally do in your situation… because you shouldn’t do what i thought about when i read that, and imagined myself in such a situation.
Seriously, look into child protective services (CPS), and see if they can help you out.
DaEpicNoodle,
Hold on! I know how that feels. I too was isolated and abused. I had three different animals that I loved with all my heart killed in front of me. For no other reason than a horrible way to hurt me further. I’m all grown up now and for the most part functioning.
I have often wondered why I had to live through that. Perhaps it’s for moments like these.
When a tortured soul such as yourself is reaching out. I still have dark days, however, I have some really bright ones too. I now have four dogs and two kittens that I take very good care of and love dearly. The love I feel from them helps me through the darkest of times. I’m here for you if you want to talk. I can’t help thinking that someday you will be in my place telling someone else to hold on.