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Words: 389 |
Page: 1|
2 min read
Updated: 16 November, 2024
Words: 389|Page: 1|2 min read
Updated: 16 November, 2024
It was once again I ran out of the school boundary, tears were dripping down my cheeks, and I ran to my mother’s car and jumped in without looking sideways. The sun was setting at that time, giving the sky an ugly orange and gray hue. As mum was opening the front door of the house, the jingling sound of the keys was like high oblique clanking noises, similar to thousands of kids screaming, virtually driving me insane. I throbbed my head violently. When the door opened, I threw my backpack on the floor and ran to my room. With the shutting of the door, all the voices were gone, and the room was filled with silence.
I went to the window beside my bed and started looking at the sky, and finally, I screamed at the top of my lungs, my eyes were closed. I screamed until all of my anger was expelled from my body. Finally, I stopped as I was breathing heavily because my lungs were exhausted. Then I fell on my bed and started crying.
Gradually, excruciatingly, pictures of what had occurred previously in school initiated making way into my consciousness. The cheerleaders chuckled as I strode past their desks with my tray of meals. They were laughing at my lack of social prominence, mocking the fact that I didn’t have any friends. In the classroom, the instructor told me that I was failing and that there was no hope of a bright future for me. The rougher, bigger, fouler, burlier lassies cornered me in the institute’s field and cussed and fought with me so that they could feel good. I tried to punch them in an effort to escape, but they caught me and beat me up. The school therapist, with the fake British inflection, tried to call me to her office to have a talk, but I slapped her and ran out of the school.
The incident had gone on for many days, and I started to have morbid thoughts. It would be much better, I thought; I would be at liberty from this trauma. I could make this all stop and just be free from this life. What is a good way to die, I continued thinking, an act in which people would feel sorry that they had not treated me better? These thoughts haunted me, as they seemed to be the only way to escape the unbearable pain I was experiencing.
Research has shown that bullying can have severe psychological effects on young individuals, leading to feelings of isolation, depression, and even suicidal thoughts (Smith, 2016; Olweus, 1993). It is crucial for educators and parents to recognize the signs of distress in students and provide the necessary support to help them cope with these challenges (Johnson, 2018).
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