My life didn’t end.

My name is Tara Paige, and I live in Whitestown, Indiana. I attend Lebanon Senior High School; newly remodeled, multi-million dollar school.

My first year at this school was last year, my junior year. I LOVED it there! So many opportunities, so many nice people, teachers always wanting to help you with anything and everything! But, it didn’t last long. Everything I thought, was proven wrong to me second semester.

First semester was amazing! I made so many new friends, started crushing on a cute boy, had great grades, staying busy and just enjoying time with my new amazing friends.

Second semester came around and my life changed for the worse. I lost all my friends, and all self respect. I was scared to walk through the hallways. I sat in the bathroom at lunch, and sat in the very back of the classroom by myself while I watch old friends laugh and giggle.

But what had changed over winter break? I dated the wrong person.

He asked me out; I said yes! He was so nice, and caring. He made me smile and he was just, the most amazing guy I have ever been able to call “mine”. We “dated” for a week, then he broke up with me because somebody didn’t want us together and started rumors about me.

Those rumors spread across the school within a day. I was being pointed at and laughed at for two days straight. Then, it became physical. These people took my backpack and dumped all my belongings in the trash can and filled it up with notes, calling me a ‘slut’ and a ‘whore’. I got pushed down the stairs tow, three times a day. My back bruised from falling down the stairs so much, my tail bone broken. I got shoved in a locker and stayed in it until I was let out, and hour later.

These people took a picture of my mother out of my bag, ripped it and set it on fire. And not just any picture of her. It was her memorial picture. I cried when I saw that happen. My mother isn’t here anymore, and these people think it would be what? Cute if they burn it? I sat back and watched, crying loudly. I wasn’t about to fight; I am totally against fighting with anybody over anything, even if it is my mothers picture. They were laughing at me, at my tears. Nobody helped me, no matter how I asked them.

I never went to the teachers because I was to scared too.

People kept pushing me down the stairs and shoving me as I walked down the hallways. I no longer even looked up as I walked. This bullying kept happening and I couldn’t handle it, no longer.

February 4th, 2013 was the turning point of my life.

I overdosed.

I brought a bag of pills; narcotics to numb the pain, to get away from all of that.

By lunchtime, I couldn’t even think straight. I had already taken 8 pills.

I blacked out in the hallway; and broke my nose because I fell face first into the floor. My pills came flying out of my bag and a girl turned me in.

I got taken to the hospital to fix my broken nose, but there was something else that shocked everybody; I was alive. I had enough pills in my system to kill a full grown cow. And  I am alive. They all said I should be dead right now; but I was alive; broken, but alive.

After I healed, both physically and mentally, I went to the girl who turned me in. I thanked her. I would be dead right now if it wasn’t for her. I thank her everyday I take a breath. She is my savior.

I am now healthy and attend the same school I did last year. I am a senior and I am loving it. I have an amazing boyfriend of nine months and I don’t ever look back.

The people who did all this too me all got in trouble, and had to testify in court.

I am living on probation for one more month. I still got punished for the drugs, but I have to accept my punishment.

This is only one of my suicide stories, but it’s the one that impacted my life the most.

Stay strong out there,

if nobody else out there loves you, know that I do.