When my little brother was in the seventh grade, he was bullied. Numerous kids would pick on him and make fun of him for being a little weird and goofy. He never told us the extent to which he was bullied, just a few things that sounded like kids being jerks. Then one day, we got a call from the Principal saying that my parents needed to go in and talk to him. My little brother told his friend on Facebook that he was going to kill himself when no one was home because he could not take the mental abuse anymore. His friend told her mother who immediately got in touch with the Principal and then notified my parents. My brother saw a therapist and the kids who bullied him got in trouble. I never knew the name of my brother's friend, but I thank God that she took his threat seriously because I truly believe she saved his life. Now he is doing great and I cannot imagine my life without him; my brother is my best friend. 

My name is Monica , I am now 18 years old. Graduated from high school.. What people don't know is how still hurt I am I've been bullied all my life ,shocking right , getting laughed at because of my high, my teeth, my clothes. Well pretty much everything about me. Had to go at school not knowing if this day will be a good or a bad going to our locker room to find out all your "friend" talking about you laughing about you is hurtful ! But I didn't have any other friends so I even though they were hurting me I wasn't caring until I started to get letters to go kill myself and phone calls from those person that had problem with gaming and stuff .. I was 12-13 years old I didn't what poker was ! Anyways my mom tried everything she could to make it stop never really happened police couln't do anything either the school since it wasn't nothing really major nothing to take care off at that moment so my parents decided to move in another town thinking that it might change so we moved when I was 14-15 years old only 3 more years to go not that bad I'll get new friends, a new life opportunity was given to me ! Obviously you grow up your body change mine happened right when I moved people we're looking at me diferently and being a new girl at school for the what we call " popular girl" didn't liked the fact that I was new. So there it all started again saying I was a whore, a slut .. That nobody wanted me there I should go jump over a bridge, go kill yourself .. Going into my classes and people was calling me slut in the classes. My parents knew about it but not how bad it was how much it was hurting me I didn't want them to know and think that I'm always complaining so I went to see the psychologist at my school ! He did help me a lot about how I felt .. Making the teacher putting me in a seperate class so I can to my homework and stuff.. After a couple months there I met an amazing boy that I felt in love with back then and thats when they started to talk back to me to be my friends obviously like every teenager .. Everyone want to be in the popular gang be loved by everyone ! Obviously they just like me because I had to be woth them because of my boyfriend when we broke up a year and a half later they all again started to say I was a slut and all those stuff again in my last year Of school I was completly alone.. Didn't have nobody to sit to for dinner, nobody to walk with or to even talk to I became do depress I just stopped going at school. Stop seing that one friend that I had out of the school because I could'nt deal with it anymore I was way to negative to be around people. I still received txt laughing about how low I was for quitting school, how afraid I was! And I have to admit it I was deadly afraid to see anybody from that school and my mom was tired of hearing me crying all day long staying in my room barely talking to them and not having a smile on my face .. I started writting a letter about how much I loved my family but couldn't do it no more and I was ready to leave and its when I wrote it that I realized I was letting them win and I won't be leaving the family that I loved for people that couldn't care less about me. So I stopped thinking that I shouldn't deserved my life, my precious life. My mom one day came back at my house and she looked at me and said it's today that its gonna stop and left.. She came back from school the principal from our school decided that I will be graduating with the grades that I had from the last test that I did , won't have to come back at school and I wouldn't have to do those final exam either that I didn't have to be afraid to go to school anymore that I was done with it ! Nobody will understand the release that Felt off my shoulders when I heard that !!! And all those bully got into her office and they've been aware that if they ever talk about me again or bully me again that it WILL be on their criminal files with the police .. For once yes for once someone was doing something for me ! Some people will say that I let them win and the school just helped me ! Yes I did let them win I let them take the most precious year of my life my last year of high school but they didn't win me ! I learned how life was precious, how my family loved me and who was my friend which nobody was and still nobody is ! And I can say I'm proud to have no friend because I have an amazing family and amazing boyfriend that loves me and an amazing life ahead of me! Watching that movie made me cry a lot and got me sooooooo mad at those bully. But that's what make us stronger , well that's what it made me stronger ! I admit it, I'm still afraid sometime probably will always be but something that I know it's I will never ever ever ever let someone bring me that down ever again !! I know it's long but I felt like I had the force to share my story to other people and to show that you are not alone ! There is someone somewhere that will always be there for you and if not well I am here for you and you are a strong person xoxo

My whole entire life I've been bullied my best friend does when I was in 5th grade people mocked me about how they were sure she was glad she died to get away from me I started cutting anything to get rid of the pain so my 7th grade year I made the choice on killing myself yup! I was really going to go with it so I was gathering all the stuff and got my pills ready to drink up but I decided to turn on the t.v and some show true life was on I almost had the pills in my mouth when a kid named Brady Good came on the t.v I looked up and just started watching for some reason I put the pills down and said I'm not doing this Brady really spoke to me he became my life saver 😂 he means the world to me. So me now I'm 14 I'm stronger than ever Brady helped me with a lot and I'm making a difference to the world to stop bulling and I honestly can say those who bullied me wanna be me helping kids doing the right thing! I won my battle and so will u if u have an questions or just need someone to talk to my Instagram and Kik is @emily_raibourn #staystrong

My story will start out like any other typical story of bullying. When I was about 5 years old, my bullying story started. I am half Portuguese and half Native American, so naturally, I'm going to be a tan child. I feel like people fear what they don't understand. Not only was it students picking on me and alienating me, but the staff as well. To them, being tan and not white was a burden and uncalled for. They treated me like I asked to be tan and to be picked on. Since kindergarten through high school, I was stabbed by not just pencils but anything sharp, threatened by notes and phone calls, cyber bullied, I've been jumped on the bus by multiple people, I've been burned and branded, I've had my head put through a bus window, I've even had people whisper to me in notes and in my ear about how they're going to kill my family. They would include imagery about the guns or weapons they would use and how they would use them. Finally, my last few years of high school, I started fighting back. It felt like it was me versus the whole school. I was in many fights, I dabbled into drugs and alcohol, I became a true delinquent. I almost was expelled and locked up because I stood up for myself. I truly felt.....alone. I am now 20 years old and to me, that's all in the past. I still may wear the marks and brands and scars, but I'm stronger inside than I ever thought I could be.

I am 14 years old. Starting in the sixth grade I got bullied by three boys for my weight. Two of the boys were my friends. They just stopped talking to me and started bullying me. They got there friend to join them. Then they made fun of me to their entire class. I got bullied for three years. I always had an issue with my weight. In the eight grade I couldn't take it anymore. I thought about taking my own life but I didn't. Now I don't mind telling my story and helping others. I don't get bullied anymore and I am happier than ever. 

"Images in the review mirror may appear closer than they are." The words were written across the mirror of my drivers side mirror on my car. How true that saying is now looking back 24 years later. Growing up, I had an occasional bully in elementary school but nothing to really become concerned about. I went to a good school and they had "zero tolerance" for such behavior. I was also free to be myself in elementary school. I could respond in class without fear of being attacked. Then I went to middle school and the 7th grade. It was almost an 180 degrees in the opposite direction. Two people who I thought were my friends, began a physical bullying campaign that made everyday a chore. They were in my cluster system and went to the same classes everyday. The school was very violent with fights everyday which made the atmosphere there very tense. Everyone wanted to fight for some reason. My two "friends" would hit me in the back of the neck hard during class constantly. The incident would draw the occasional "don't do that" from the teacher but that was it. During lunch, we would have outside free time. They would tear my jacket and give me huge bruises on my arms. One of them, who later was diagnosed with mental issues, would hold both my arms to stop me from hitting him. I never told my parents because I was too ashamed. My father had severe mood swings and would fly into a rage at the smallest incident and refuse to speak to my mother and me for days. The rest of the class I was with would say mean hateful things as well. It was as if they sensed I was weak and I needed to be eliminated. This lasted everyday. I prayed for rain everyday because when it rained, we had to stay inside for lunch and my homeroom class didn't include the two guys. I felt so humiliated all the time. When I returned home everyday, I just wanted to scream for frustration. If my dad was in one of his moods and I didn't respond to him with a smile or if he thought I didn't appreciate him, I got screamed at. In a way, I would receive it from both ends; school and home. One day in school a bunch of girls in math class placed a tampon in my coat pocket during class. When class ended, they got everyones attention and asked what was in my pocket. When I pulled it out, everyone laughed. I felt shattered inside and humiliated. When I got home that day, I went to my room and I pulled the covers over my head and didn't moved for four hours. I guess I was in shock because I didn't realize that I was sweating profusely due to the early spring/summer heat. This continued until the 11th grade. I would go to class and never speak or ask questions. If you asked questions, you became a target. My personality basically vanished by this time. I was very solemn in behavior and constantly fearful. I didn't like the idea of even going to stores in town with the possibility of running into them. I even became fearful for my parents when they went to the grocery store, etc as illogical as they sounds. They would in front of the whole student body at lunch, punch and hunt me down. I started going to the library at lunch and using fake library passes to hide from them. One day they got wise and found me. They ran into the library, and took a seat at the table I was at and started laughing as they anticipated how they were going to harass me. The librarian that day, got their attention because they were making noise. When they weren't looking, I ran out the side exit into the hallway. I could hear them running out into the empty hall as they tried to find me. I hide in the men's room until lunch was over. On some days when I couldn't go to the library, I would hide out in front of the school so no one would find me until lunch was over. Sometimes they would find me and hit me and throw my books everywhere. It was a constant search for shelter on a daily basis. I remember watching cars drive by on the road and think to myself how wonderful it would be to get into one and start driving and never stop until you ran out of road. For some reason, they lost interest in me and ignored me until I graduated. I never spoke to them again. When I was 17, I started to finally after five years, to heal emotionally. I began to feel like my old self as well for the first time since elementary school. I never had another issue again. Looking back, I see that I became a very savvy person. I developed a thicker skin so to speak because of my incident after I realized that it wasn't my fault. If this is happening to you, find something you enjoy doing. Take up a new hobby. After my bullies abandoned me in high school, I joined the debate team and began going to speech meets on the weekends at other high schools. I  felt angry but I channeled that anger into public speaking. 20 years later, I was driving past a old house near my community. Who did I see in the front yard? But one of my old bullies from years ago. He was overweight and living on welfare. I learned from others near him that he had a long record of drug use and had been arrested many times. His brother was basically supporting him. One day, something in my head said "go talk to him." I cringed at the thought. I hadn't spoken or seen him for years. I resisted the notion and it was about two months later I noticed that he wasn't there anymore. I did an online search for him and found an article with a picture of a wrecked truck. He had been killed instantly after moving an old electric stove for an elderly lady. I wasn't sure how I felt at that point. Two days passed and one night as I arrived home from work, I sat on the couch and it was very quiet. I started to cry very hard for some reason. Almost as hard as I did for my father's passing a few years prior. 20 year prior, if you told me that I would mourn terribly for my tormentor, I would have told you that you were crazy. Time wounds all heels and this wasnt any exception. On his eulogy page, I read a comment that was left from the other guy I knew that had tormented me. He said that he was sorry that he was killed. He went on to say what a big heart he had and that he would do anything to help anyone in trouble. I wondered at that point if I really knew my tormentors. Perhaps they were really human after all once the hard edges created by life had been worn away. He concluded his paragraph by saying, "see you one day in heaven." I hope the two of them do make it to heaven. If I could speak to the two of them I would tell them, "I forgive you." If you take steps and take care of yourself mentally, you will develop into a very strong emotional person. I turned my anger and frustration into something positive. People tell me that I am a very strong person with a very old soul. What they don't realize is what I overcame to become the person I am today. Many would be shocked to learn of my story. Be strong and take time to heal. 

Hello everyone, my name's Velvet and I'm seventeen years old. When I was about fourteen years old, I dated a boy. He was uber sweet and talented and kind. He was a pastor's son. We went to church together and every Sunday, we stayed after so he could practice and I could listen. One Sunday, things got a little heated and I said no but he didn't care. I was in the middle of recovering from anorexia so I was rather small and he was at least three times my weight. That was the first time I had my free will taken from me. The bullying began shortly after when his best friend told our entire school that I was nasty enough to sleep with someone in a church. To this day, people bully me for that. A few months later, a boy broke through my walls and built me back up and I felt wonderful but I was stupid. I slept with him and I got pregnant. I did something terrible and made him hate me because he was brilliant and in my panicked state of mind, I honestly believed he was better off thinking that I slept around rather than having to be there for me. My plan backfired. He hated me a lot more than I expected. He told everyone my darkest secrets, everything that's ever happened to me or that I ever did, and one day it was too much. The mental and physical stress was too much and I miscarried. Her name was going to be Evangeline. I became an alcoholic and pill popper by age fifteen. One night, I was out with some friends at a holiday we celebrate down in the south called Mardi Gras. I got entirely too wasted and the best friend of the boy I was dating at the time took advantage of that. A few days later, after my boyfriend found out (his best friend said I asked for it) and broke up with me, he asked to meet up with me so I went. I was constantly drunk throughout these two months so I learned all of this from the text messages I read between us later on. He acted all sweet but then he pinned me down and my will was taken for the third time. He then got up and said "Tell him that was revenge." That's when the bullying got worse. I began to get shoved down concrete stairs and beat up every day in the halls where there were no cameras. I felt worthless and depressed and became anorexic. All of my "friends" abandoned me after the two boys ran their mouths, saying I was just nasty and I was completely willing. No one cared what happened to me and I got death threats daily. A year later, when I was sixteen, I had had enough. I had made some new, better friends but it wasn't enough. I was twenty pounds underweight and covered in cuts. One day after school, I went home and curled up under the covers clutching the blades had used over and over again and I was ready to end it all. That's when the four girls I had made friends with quite literally busted my door down, ripped the blade out of my hand, brought me my favourite cookies, and stayed with me until I felt better. The road to recovery has been long and difficult but here I am; seventeen years old, at a healthy weight, sober for a year and nine months, and clean of self-harm for two months. My best friends made a purpose to become my bodyguards, to protect me from harm. They taught me to let go of the pain and use my story to help others in similar situations and that is why I'm here today.

Now, I've been bullied for almost my entire school career, and on top of that I'm constantly bullied at home by my sisters, but I've always been able to ignore it. However, when I got into 8th grade, I was public enemy #1. See, some kid started a rumor that I was dangerous. They said that I wanted to blow up the school and that I conversed with ghosts and demons. utterly ridiculous. But...then everybody believed it, all because I was the quiet kid that talked to nobody and wore almost all black. I ignored it at first, but then even that was impossible.

Kids came up to me at lunch, people I didn't even know. They would ask me, "Do you want to blow up the school?" Every time my answer was no, but everyday people would keep on asking me ludicrous questions. I noticed that more and more people avoided me in the halls. students would even turn and go the opposite direction because apparently it was bad luck to cross my path. Soon, even the TEACHERS avoided me. Teachers wouldn't call on me for anything, wouldn't look at me, wouldn't take up extra papers from me, purposely lowered my grades, reassigned my seat to the back of the class (even though I couldn't see well, as I didn't have my glasses at the time), and often skipped over my name when calling role. Even my favorite teacher, the drama teacher, avoided me. Now that stung bad. One time on the bus some girl shouted out to a group of her friends outside, "yo, you hear bout some girl London gonna blow up da school?" (I went to a particularly ghetto school at the time.) I later received a letter from the school about not being able to attend the after school dance (for which I had spent $50 on a new dress) because of a public safety reason.

Okay, I thought at the time, I can still go on, keep my head high as I have always done. But then my friends began to conspire against me, too. I noticed some of my supposed friends would talk behind my back about how I was probably Satan spawn, as if I couldn't hear them. That definitely made things worse, much worse. In English class, on a day when we had a substitute, two of my 'friends' sat in the corner of the class talking. Pencils were lobbed at the back of my head and wads of paper were launched at me.

Then a kid stood behind me and began preaching. He chanted things like, "demons be gone, rid this school of evil, Satan leave because this is a safe godly place," etc. People were laughing, of course. and of course I was pissed. What were my supposed friends doing to help? laughing. what was the sub doing? I don't even know but when a person starts shouting, much less performing an exorcism on another student, in class they shouldn't just let it slide. Now, I'm a quiet person. I have a very weak voice and so trying to ask him to stop was a no go. And I realized that if I were to stand up and challenge him, that would just spur others on to say stupid things like, "oh, she just attacked him out of nowhere. she is evil, she is possessed, she is Satan in disguise." etc. Of course, then I also thought that if somebody were going to perform an exorcism on another person, shouldn't it at least be in Latin? or commands from the bible or something?

So, without being able to do anything, I turned back to my work and tried to block out the botched attempt of 'purification'. I made a mental note to contact the school board about bullying, lousy subs, and installing cams in classrooms. I never did turn that worksheet in, or remain friends with those people.

Because of this incident, I self harmed for a year. I had severe depression and anxiety, and coupled with the constant bullying from my sisters, it only got worse, as well as it went untreated because nobody really cared enough to notice how depressed I was. I now am still depressed and anxious, but much less so than what I was before. I've recently re-learned how to hold my head up high and feel moderately okay with who I am and where I'm going. I and now 16 years old. I am in 10th grade, with early college classes. I have new friends that actually like me. I think I will be okay.

I went to a Montessori school until 7th grade. I had gone to school with the same 6 people my whole life and I was suddenly in a public school environment with kids that had been going to school together for years. 

3 girls took a particular interest in me after I walked in on them smoking in the bathroom one day. They pushed me around the bathroom for a bit and told me they would kill me if I ever told anyone I had seen them. They were all 3 in my french class and my home ec. and they started sitting near me in class. They would ask me why my shoes were from wal mart and they would pull on my hair, saying they thought it was a wig. They would steal my things and either hide them or throw them away. In Home ec. they would put tape over my mouth or in my hair. They would show me the class razor blades (used for craft projects) and scissors and tell me they were going to cut my throat. Not once did they give me any reason for their anger. 

Things escalated and one day when I left a bathroom stall after using the restroom, they were waiting for me. They knocked me down and kicked me in the ribs over and over, saying that if they did anything to my face I would be able to get them into trouble. They never explained why they hated me. My dad was so confused when I wanted to throw out all of the clothes my parents had bought me because they weren't name brand. he didn't understand why I was so upset. 

By 8th grade, I had a new nickname: "Casper", because I was so pale. A few people were nice to me but their kindness was far outweighed by the constant insults and teasing that others felt the need to subject me to. The 3 girls from the year before weren't in any of my classes but I had the pleasure of interacting with them in the halls, where they would stick pens and pencils out of their binders and deliberately try to stab or cut me as they passed.

I made it through middle school and luckily, met some kindred spirits in high school that made the unkindness from others a little more bearable. 

Since then, many people have attempted to intimidate me and plenty have succeeded, including an abusive ex boyfriend. 

Nobody should feel alone and afraid.  

I'm 16 years old. My parents split up when I was young. I moved a lot so I never really knew how to make friends. In third grade, I finally moved with my dad and I've been in the same place since. Ever since the first day at this school, I get called names and made fun of. It ruins someone's life. I try to do anything I can to help anyone that is hurting or bullied. Even my "friends" go behind my back and talk about me. I don't trust anyone, not even myself. I walk through the halls pretending to be happy and realize only one person truly knows how I feel. I've been told many times to go die or kill myself. I know suicide is a sin and sometimes I feel that's the only thing keeping me from doing it. I keep myself isolated but I know I trust God will get me through it.