In my juniour high years there was a boy in my class who always got bullied.  I tried to stand up for him a much as possible but he didn't want me to.  In grade 9 he became one of my best friends.  He still got bullied but he let me help him more.  He struggled with suicide and cutting and since i had struggled with it (still do) he was a lot more accepting of my help.  Towards the end of the year the bullying had slowed down a lot and he decided he wanted to become one of the 'cool' kids, meaning the ones that had bullied him.  His way of getting towards this goal was to become a bully, so he turned on me, his only friend.  He called me fat, ugly, stupid, and worthless. I don't think he understood that I was the only reason he had friends, he found it out then though.  I still wanted to help him, but I told him that I didn't trust him and that I probably never will.  For some weird reason he still has the guts to question why I don't trust him and when I tell him he laughs it off and says that is was funny. I am going into grade 12, my last year of seeing him.