It all started with a party/camping trip. I got invited just because I was best friends with one of the “popular” girls. When I got there it was great, I mean there was alcohol and drugs there and I got pressured into drinking and smoking but it was okay for a while. Soon after awhile I was finding myself talking to a boy who I wasn’t really interested in knowing one of the girls (I’ll call her Kayla) there was trying to get with him. With everyone drunk, high, and my flirty personality it looked like I was trying to hook up with him. (Which really wouldn’t have happened… AT ALL!) After I went to go smoke a cigarette alone and I noticed a group of people came walking over to me. I didn’t think any of it so I just kept smoking but when they approached Kayla grabbed my wrist and punched me right in the face. Before I could get up other girls started kicking me and I could hear people laughing and calling me a slut and stuff. When they stopped they told me to leave. Now I was bleeding and I had a broken nose and bruised ribs and I was 20 miles from my home. My “best friend” and her boyfriend offered to drive me home. I started yelling at them and asking them why they stood there and watched. I will never will forget those words that came out of their mouths… “Because you deserved it.” I broke down. Pushed them out of the way grabbed my stuff and started walking through the forest. I couldn’t call my mom because of what she might do. I had no one to call so I just walked until I found a road. When I finally reached one it was like 4 in the morning and 2 people were hunting and saw me. Asked if I needed help and that’s all i remembered because I woke up in hospital surrounded by my mom and my step-mom. When I was fully conscious they started bombarded me with questions like “who did this?” I told them I don’t know that i got drunk and walked off and I guess that I got jumped by someone. Well yeah I spent 2 days in the hospital and I needed to get back to school so I went back the next day I got out of the hospital. That was a really bad idea. Apparently people video tapped the beating and sent it to other people. People were talking behind my back and it was just awful A picture was floating around also with a photo shopped pic of me naked talking to that guy at the party with slut on it. It was mortifying that people enjoyed see me cry down the hallways. After that school day I got texts from people that were saying i deserved everything that got coming for me and stuff. “Leave our school” “no one wants you” I texted my best friend saying how could she just let this happen and not say anything… She replied that it was my fault and that no body will care if you leave. Her boyfriend soon texted after to go kill myself. Knowing my mom and step-mom at work and my sister was at her friends house, it was the perfect idea. I texted him back “fine.” I texted her “goodbye” I posted on social network that if you wanted me gone then considered me gone. I took all of my meds and other pills I found in my house and waited… It wasn’t long til someone saw that message i posted and contacted my mom. (Who I would like to say thanking for saving my life whoever you are) She rushed over and found me on my bed. I was still conscious but in bad shape, she picked me up and took me to the car. My mom told me on the way to the hospital, I drifted into a deep sleep and I was out for 4 days. The had to pump my stomach and i had to drink so much charcoal after that just to make sure its out of my system. I was admitted to the psych ward and I stayed there for 2 weeks, celebrated my 19th birthday there, met a lot of good people, and found myself in there. After I was out I had to take therapy for 2 more weeks, Even a month after it happened I couldn’t go back to school because I was so scared. So I stayed out of school for another month. I finally got up the courage to walk through those doors and when I did I felt okay. There were apologies from anyone and I changed my classes so I didn’t have to see anyone I didn’t want to. The school helped me a lot and I know now that people cared enough to help some girl who knew better to end her life just because other people to her to. I finished my senior year with honors and my guidance counselor helped me get into college. I’m going to start my freshman year in about a month.
I didn’t write this to get any sympathy, I wanted you to know that people do care about you. Strangers and family. You are loved. I wouldn’t be alive without the support of so many people. Thank you so much for reading.