• ***REAL DESCRIPTION***
    This is about a girl who I know in highschool. She doesn't get hurt this bad but what is happenning is hurting ME. It isn't right, and I'm strong with my opinions, and what I think is right and wrong. She wont help herself as she thinks she is too weak and doesn't stand up for herself as she thinks they'll punish her for it, but I know it will get worse, when they see she doesn't do anything about it. I'm slowly trying to help her and I'm taking a stand. I wrote this story one night when I had seen her get bashed earlier during the day. It was to show the teachers a strory of how this made me feel and I wanted to share it on gaia because this story has allot of meaning to me but I can't do much with it.

    I hope this story moves you, even if it is just the slightest bit.

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    His hand flew past my face, knocking me to the ground. I placed my hand where he hit me. Before I could even think, another hand gripped a bunch of my hair and pulled me back to my feet. Laughter was all I could hear. I remembered when this wasn't so bad. I would laugh it off and pretend it was nothing, but inside, it was hurting me. These weren't the only people who did this kind of thing to me. The memories disappeared and I was pushed in the chest. Tears were rolling down my cheeks making marks of hurt and pain... and unjust.
    "STOP!" I begged. But they didn't. Laughter.
    "STOP! STOP IT!" I screamed, louder.
    "Shut up, ya stupid b***h," ones voice said. Everyone laughed.
    I tried to run from them, but one pulled my jumper.
    "Oy come back 'ere! Where d'ya think your goin'? We ain't finished with ya yet!" One of the guys said. Their voices had no identity to me, and neither did their faces. All I could think of was getting away.
    They pulled my hair, two at the same time, tugging the opposite ways.
    "OW!" I screetched.
    "OW! OW!" They mocked me, in high pitch, sqeely voices.
    They laughed, as if my pain was funny.
    I gripped the hair they were pulling and tried to pull it back, but they were too strong.
    "STOP! STOP! STOP IT! JUST STOP IT!"
    They kicked my shins. I screamed. They let go of my hair. My body was trembling with fear and shock. My hands reached up to where my hair had been ripped, but someone grabbed hem and twisted them both outward. I screamed in agony.
    "Ah shut up, ya whore!"
    "STOP!" I cried, "don't! Please! STOP!!" My throat hurt and my body ached.
    "Aw, you'll be right!" one of them joked, and slapped me hard on the back. They knocked the wind out of my lungs and I fell down to my knees, struggling to breathe. I got the "JOKE" but it wasn't funny. Everyone else laughed though, as they watched me suffer. I covered my face with my hands.
    "Stop, stop, stop," I repeated over and over, sobbing. Someone lifted my feet and I fell flat on the ground, on my chest and face. I groaned in pain. My ears were drowned with the ringing, echoing sound of laughter, and my head hurt. Everything was blurry. I curled up on the ground, crying loudly into my hands. They all kicked my back and my legs, and one hit me hard on the head. They stopped. I watched through my fingers as they walked away, still laughing. They were sick. I lay there not moving, wishing I was dead. I should kill myself. Suicide. Then they'll know how bad it was, and I'll never have to suffer them again. I felt so disturbed.

    And I knew that tomorrow, it would happen again.