There are a million stories of kids committing suicide. I’m one of those kids. I’m bullied until I’ve had enough. My name is Cassie and this is my story.

I lived with my mom. My dad left when I was at the age of three. I’m now sixteen. My life is rough. Bullying, suicidal thoughts and all that other fun stuff. I only have a couple friends, but they don’t go to my school. I’ve been called ugly, fat, attention whore, and mostly a freak. I’m a sophomore in high school and kids still bully me. It was the next day.

  “Hey fatty!” A killed yelled at me. I didn’t turn around. Someone’s hand clamped my shoulder. “I’m talking to you slut!”

  The person yanked me around to face her. “I don’t want to talk to you, Piper,” I whispered.

  “Uh, what was that?”

  I lifted my head. “I said, I don’t want to talk to you!”

  I released myself from her grip. Kids scoffed and laughed. They pointed and make jokes. I pushed the bathroom door open and walked up to the mirror. Mascara ran down my face. I pulled my hair in front of my eye. I rolled up my sleeve and revealed the scars on my wrists. The door opened and I ran into the stall. A girl’s voice laughed.

  “Cassie’s such a little bitch. I mean, she looks like an emo.”

  “I know, she has purple and black hair and wears a heavy amount of make-up. She should be kicked out of school.”

  “Maybe we should tell the principal.”

  “Yeah, we should!”

  The voices faded. I felt more tears run down my face. I opened the stall door and sat down next to the sink. I took out a picture of my father and me. It was in black and white.

  “If anyone gets you down,” He said. “Remember to pick yourself up and keep going. Don’t let those idiotic people get you down.”

  “But what if they do?” I asked.

  “Remember that you’re beautiful.”

  The vision faded away. I got up and sniffled. My eyes were red and bloodshot. I grabbed my blade out of my backpack and rested it on my skin. As hard as I could, I pushed the blade down my arm. Red blood seeped from the wound. The blade fell from my hand and landed on the floor with a clatter. I wiped away tears and smiled. “I remember your words daddy,” I whispered.

  The door opened again. Piper walked in. “Poor, poor Cassie. All alone with no friends,” She smirked.

  “Shut up!” I walked up to her.

  “What? Is the bitch gonna hurt me?”

  She smacked me and pushed me down. I tried running at her again, but she dodged my attack. She flipped me onto my back. “You’re no match for me.”

  I wiped the blood from my face. Piper punched me in hard in the stomach. I lost air and held my stomach in pain. Piper saw my blade and picked it up.

  “Oh, is this yours?” She held it up. “Here, take it,” She tossed it at me.

  “You’re the bitch,” I whispered.

  Piper ran up to me and punched me in the face. I cried in pain. A teacher ran in and saw Piper beating me up. She ran in and split up the fight. When the teacher turned her back, I ran at Piper. I punched her hard in the face. The teacher ran back in and pulled me away from her. Another female teacher ran in and held me back.

  “No! No, let me go!” I begged.

  “Cassie,” The teacher in front of me calmed me down.

  “She started it!”

  Piper smirked as the two teachers pulled me out of the bathroom. Tears ran down my face. Everyone turned their heads at me and burst out laughing. I was dragged into the principal’s office. The two teachers’ walked out. The principal looked at me.

  “What happened to you, Cassie?” He asked sweetly.

  I took a deep breath to calm down. “Piper Stevenson did this.”

  “I’ll have a word with her tomorrow,” The second after he said that, the bell rang at three o’ clock.

  I got up and left. I grabbed my backpack from the bathroom and headed out the back doors to the alley. I pulled up my arm sleeve over my hands. Suddenly, someone grabbed me and pinned me to the wall. Someone wrapped my arms around my back and exposed my chest and stomach. Piper walked up and made a noise with her mouth.

  “Cassie, Cassie. What’s the rush?”

  She walked up to me and grabbed my face. I spat in her face as a response.

  “Ugh!” She stumbled backwards. “Disgusting little whore!”

  She punched me in the stomach. I fell forward, but the person holding me brought me back up.

  “What’d you tell Principal Anderson?” She demanded.

  “I’m not telling you.”

  She punched me in the face again. Someone walked up and said to leave me alone. I looked up and saw my mother. Piper and her friend left.

  My mother picked up my backpack and helped me up. I cried into her shoulder as she ran her hand through her hair. “It’s okay, momma’s here.” 

.  .  .

Later that night, I didn’t eat dinner. I sat in my room, looking at me in the mirror. “Who am I?” I whispered to myself.

  My mother knocked on my door. I got up and opened it.

  “You okay?” She asked.

  “Yeah, fine,” I whispered. “I guess.”

  “Remember, I love you.”

  She gave me one last hug and went to bed. I closed the door and I walked into my bathroom. I grabbed a piece of paper from my desk and a pen.

  Dear Mom,

  I love you. I just wanted to tell you that I can’t handle my life anymore. I will miss you, but it’s time I go. There is no explanation for my sudden feelings. I love you too.

Love,

Cassie

  I took a deep breath and walked to my mom’s door. I slipped my note under her door and went back to my room. Quickly, I grabbed the rope from our basement and walked up to my room. I tied it around my ceiling fan and made a noose. Tears filled my eyes. I let my feelings go and fell off my bed. The noose choked me until I stopped breathing.