Sunday, September 11, 2011
Lost
I have felt singled out, picked on, and made fun of many times. I always am being made fun of, because of the clothes I wear, or who I talk to, and just stupid things. I think everyone Gets picked on at some point in their life. I remember the time I got picked on so much I didn't want to live anymore. That time was when my dad committed suicide. It was over the summer of 2010.
Everybody was scared of my dad, so they wouldn't make fun of me or tell me anything because they knew my dad would do something about it. He did alot of wrong things to me, and he was going to be getting in a lot of trouble. I guess he didn't want to go to jail, so the day after I turned thirteen, my father ended his life. It was tragic, and unexpected, and I was so sad, I went away for about 3 weeks, to be with his family.
That was when i started getting made fun of. People texted me, and told me they knew what happened and they thought it was funny. I tried to ignore everyone, so the place I went to, my phone stayed off the whole time. I figured, people couldn't pick on me or anything when i was far away from home with no phone. But the people back home were the least of my worries.
Nobody would look me in the eyes, and when they did, they started crying and then said that they were sorry, which made me feel even worse. Then i would cry. About a week after he died, we had a thing for all of his friends, and family. That was the worst disaster ever. My grandmother, my dad's own father cussed all of us out, and pretty much told me it was my fault my dad was dead, and a few more things I can't repeat. We had to threaten to call the cops so they would leave. I got my food, and walked really deep into the woods, and tried to ignore everyone. I felt so lonely, and left out.
My dad's best friends wife, was the first one who noticed i was missing, and came out to look for me. It made me feel much better. But when summer was over, and I had to go to school, I got picked on worse than ever, all because I had nobody to protect me anymore.
- Cheyenne Ramsey
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