Since the time I was three months born it always seemed like I had something go wrong.  Around that time my mother was carrying me down the stairs and she slipped, shattered her ankle and dropped me.  I ended up being knocked out cold and spent days in a hospital.  I ended up becoming really sick.  But when I was 9 is when it all really started. Right after Christmas on the 29th I was mauled by two 140 pound Rottweilers for over 45 minutes.  My mom ended up having to come and save me after my friend ran up the street to get her and tell her what was going on.  My mother came down and ended up getting me out of the house as the cops pulled up with the medics.  I spent 8 days in the hospital with over 1000 stitches and not being able to walk.  For 3 months I was in a wheel chair.  When I came back to school everybody wanted to be around me.  But, when it all calmed down is when it changed.  People started to notice the scars on my face and my legs more and more.  Seeing them they started to make fun of me, calling me scar face or dog food.  One day I had a kid tell me I should be hung up at Petsmart as a chew toy for other dogs.  Sometimes I had my friends there sticking up for me but sometimes my so called "friends" were the ones who would pick on me also.  That was in elementary school.  When I went to middle school I had the same issues, people calling me scar face or just being mean to me for no apparent reason just because I have chunks of my legs missing.  In 8th grade is when it got worse. As a result of my attack I was diagnosed with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and depression.  I would go to school upset, always seem down and just hate life.  I always thought if I ended my life my dog issues and bullying would end.  But I kept going to school. I ended up having no friends because I didn't know who to trust or who were true friends. They all would just decide to point something out about me and say "hey is that a new scar?". People would just naturally one day decide to pick on me for no reason.  I'd have to walk around the halls just having people look at me and point and laugh.  It was a terrible feeling waking up in the morning and knowing you're going to a place where your supposed to be surrounded by friends.  But, what friends did I have?  None.  I'd go home after school and just sit in my room the whole time not wanting to do anything at all. I'd throw things because I was so angry and filled with rage.  I always thought of suicide  I always wanted to retaliate but I knew it wouldn't be worth it at times because I'd be the one getting in trouble.  One day I reached my limit when this kid kept picking on another kid calling him fat.  I told him to stop and the kid started with me.  He would take low blows at me for my scars.  I ended up having enough and I knocked him out in class.  Was it the right thing? No because I got in more trouble.  I was more happy it happened though because I stuck up for the kid who couldn't stick up for himself.  Bullying is a big issue and it needs to be stopped.  Who wants to wake up and know you will be judged? I don't think anybody does.