The blue hair band

My life changed from good to bad in just one day. On May 5th, I wore a blue hair band, I remember it because Bree pulled it off with such violence that it broke. She chucked I at me.

‘This is how you’ll be when we’re finished with you’ she said.

She left, along with Isobel and someone I thought I could trust, Alex- my best friend. I didn’t know what to do, so I just cried and cried until I couldn’t anymore. That was the first time I did cry and I didn’t even try to stop myself, because in all truth I thought it would make me feel better- but it didn’t. I should have known it wouldn’t because if tears cured pain, then we’d all be fine. But we’re not. There will always be people out there where tears just make the problem worse.
I remember looking in the mirror and seeing someone else, they weren’t me. I had changed in just the few minutes of my life and that scared me. I looked at myself and wondered if I disappeared, would anyone miss me, but I couldn’t go, not yet. If I did, I’ll be a coward.
So with that, I dried my eyes and left.

I went home, hoping it would all be over. It wasn’t. There was still Facebook. I had message after message saying how I was a waste of space, how my mum didn’t love me- no one would. It was probably true- I was a mess, who could love that? I ignored the messages and pretended as if everything was fine. I ate dinner with a smile and excused myself back upstairs, where I began to cry again.
In all truth, as I was then, I was a waste of space and I knew that. That’s the worst thing, knowing a bully is right and that slowly killed me.

Author's Note

Names have been changed.