When I was younger, my parents always bragged how I was a quiet and obedient child. Growing up in a small town of Tennessee and Illinois, where there were more trees than people, you knew everyone. Everyone knew you. Life was simple back then. Everything changed after moving to California, with massive schools, more people, and bigger houses. We had to move, because of my mom’s job. I knew nobody, and had nobody. It was when I started attending junior high when things changed. That was when everything changed for me.
Junior high. When I hear the word "junior high", all I can remember are the tears I shed, the pain I felt, and the things I experienced.
This is my story.
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All I wanted in life was to grant people’s wishes to just disappear. So, I did. I attempted to. I tried to take my own life. And I would have, if my dad did not catch me hanging. That night, I saw my dad cry for the first time. My dad took me to what most people call, the looney bin.
The mental hospital.
That was the worst week of my life. When I was there, I had to face my greatest challenge; being happy. While I was there, I had seventeen doctors, six nurses, and no friends. The girls there were all different. Two girls in particular were very fond of me for some reason. I was a target once again, in a place that was supposed to keep me safe. I was not safe. The two girls threatened me, sexually assaulted me, and hurt me. “If you tell anyone, I will hurt you. I promise you I will,” were the last words from one of the girls. The saddest part was it happened every night I was there, because she was my roommate.
I could not tell anyone. I did not tell anyone.
Once I got out of the hospital, I was overwhelmed with happiness. I was with my mom, my dad, my sister, and my dog; and they gave me such happiness. Michael started talking to me again, making me happy. I promised myself one thing; I would never go back to that horrid place. I was finally starting to gain my happiness again, and my depression started to
Junior high. When I hear the word "junior high", all I can remember are the tears I shed, the pain I felt, and the things I experienced.
This is my story.
Moving to California was different. I got to see things I have never …show more content…
All I wanted in life was to grant people’s wishes to just disappear. So, I did. I attempted to. I tried to take my own life. And I would have, if my dad did not catch me hanging. That night, I saw my dad cry for the first time. My dad took me to what most people call, the looney bin.
The mental hospital.
That was the worst week of my life. When I was there, I had to face my greatest challenge; being happy. While I was there, I had seventeen doctors, six nurses, and no friends. The girls there were all different. Two girls in particular were very fond of me for some reason. I was a target once again, in a place that was supposed to keep me safe. I was not safe. The two girls threatened me, sexually assaulted me, and hurt me. “If you tell anyone, I will hurt you. I promise you I will,” were the last words from one of the girls. The saddest part was it happened every night I was there, because she was my roommate.
I could not tell anyone. I did not tell anyone.
Once I got out of the hospital, I was overwhelmed with happiness. I was with my mom, my dad, my sister, and my dog; and they gave me such happiness. Michael started talking to me again, making me happy. I promised myself one thing; I would never go back to that horrid place. I was finally starting to gain my happiness again, and my depression started to