I was 14 years old in my eighth grade year in school. I had been getting bullied since kindergarten. I walked into class with my best friend Brittney, we hung our heads down when we noticed the other kids already in the room. The teacher was not there. Brittney and I had been cutters, suicidal, depressed, and had anxiety and bipolar and borderline personality disorder. We wore gloves or long sleeve shirts so the others wouldn't notice, however, my guess is that the others had found out some how. They tackled us down, took off our gloves and saw the cuts. They got up, pointed and laughed at us and began chanting "Emo Freaks" Brittney and I ran to the restroom and hid until it was time for us to be able to go back to class when the teacher was there. We fixed our dark eyeliner we wore everyday to school, and went back to class. The school year went fairly quickly. It was now April 12, 2011, the principal came in and got me and Brittney, we went to his office, in his room there was the school guidance counselor, and a police officer. Someone had over heard us that day at lunch, planning our suicide idea for that night. We were then sent to a hospital in Lincoln. I was later sent to Boys Town and Brittney was sent there after me. It is now my junior year in high school. I attempted suicide in February, I am now in a group home going to a different school where I don't get bullied. My friend Brittney is still in our old school, doing better than I have been, however, she told me she might be going to a foster home.
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