My life and I hate it – A true story.
I started high school, and the bullying became so bad, that I asked to go to another school, so I went to live with my sister to go to a school near where shee lived. I loved football and cross country running. I entered my first cross country race to get into the school team, but I soon stopped doing that as I was attacked and beaten by two boys for winning. they told me if I won another race they would do me serious damage so I would always make sure I came last, but this did not stop them as they would attack me anyway.
My sister was not able to look after me, and I had to return to my old school , so eveery time I went to school I would run out, or if I was made to stay there I would not go out to play with other kids, but the beatings still kept coming every day until I left school.
I started work at a local wharehouse, but I soon left that job as I was again bullied by the other wharehouse boys who I knew from school. On one occasion I was hoisted up bound and gagged like a prisoner to a beam, they left me there all weekend. On Monday morning I was found but would not tell who had done it, I just went home and never went back.
I decided at 17 years old I would join the army, as I have always wanted to do this. What a mistake that was, there was no escape from the bullies, who made my life hell in the forces, knowone would listen to you, so I had more beatings in the army than I had all the time I was in school.
At this stage I believed this was my life, and I was born to suffer at the hands of others, I left the army and started in many jobs, but did not escape what was my destiny to be assaulted by others. I was settled in my home town, but could not escape the violence that others wanted to inflick on me.
Why I have I had to endure so much by so few because I did not like to fight, or I just did not fit in. I dont know what is instore for me now as I have lost everthing that is close to me, I have not got the will or energy to fight back, it is to late for me. The damage has been done and it can’t be altered, so I just got to accept it, that this is what cards I was dealt and it is to late to change things.
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