At the age of ten I was severely bullied, physically and emotionally. The emotional abuse was the worst, every day I'd go to school and be called a slut, or told to go kill myself. Because of this, I began cutting myself, when the popular people found out one of them approached me and grabbed my arm, pulled my sleeve down and yelled 'Oh my lord, she cuts herself, shes going to hell!'. I ran away from school that day and returned home where I was alone, and I tried killing myself. I was in hospital that night, and none of my so called 'friends' even cared, they never stood up for me, they joined in with everyone else and put me down, they started rumors and they shared my secrets. To get away from this, I changed schools where I found I was getting bullied even more. I gave up after a few months, I thought I was just everyones target, like, it was bound to happen no matter what school I was at. I transferred back to my old school where my peers were kind to me for the first month or two, and then it all started up again. But this time, it was happening online too. Every night, I'd return home to 10 or so messages telling me to kill myself, or slit my wrists, or to be called a slut, a whore, it got really hard and I tried killing myself again. I'm 13 now and I'm at a new school once again, this one, its a bit better, but it could be a lot better, I still get bullied, severely, and my teachers sometimes join in, and I find it hard, really hard, to keep going. But I have to, for my brother, for my niece and nephew, for my family.