i'm still a child and since i remember i've been hit if i did something wrong. i remember the times where it even left a mark. my dad used to grab the front of my shirt and throw me on my bed and start hitting me. then he would scream at me for crying. he told me im being dramatic when i had handprints all over my body. now that i'm a young teen, these have stopped, but mentally it's worse than ever. in 3rd grade we had a teacher who would yell horrible things at childern she didn't like. i was never popular, i was always the quiet girl, an okay student, an okay friend. but this teacher did not like me. she had littearly no reason to. but she'd scream at me if I asked for help. i remember her face turning bright red every time she was yelling. but she also had favourites. there was this girl, who she really liked, lets call her Sandra. one time sandra has brought scented chapsticks to school (as 3rd graders do) and she wanted to show it to the others. we were told to stop doing homework and try and guess what scent the chapsticks are. but she wasnt the only one who was being treated better than i was. one of them was my at the time my best friend, lets call her Tess. she was my first ever best friend. i treasured her. well of course the people who were teated well, became friends and started bullying us. for me it hit harder than anyone in the class. it got out of hand and people started telling me to kill myself. this and the abuse at home just made me break down completely. a year later, at 9 years old, I have become suicidal. i started having huge panic attacks every single break in the bathroom. noone came looking for me. noone cared. one time i couldn't breathe and threw up in the changing room's shower. I was too emberassed to call for anyone so i cleaned it up myself. i stopped eating, during lunch break i would cut. noone knew, noone wanted to. this is when my mom started working there. as you can guess it made things so much worse. the story continues but yea