A BULLY STORY | sienna's story

I will not go into detail with this story... it's mine, and some parts are kept private.

to those people who think i'm 'lying' about my story, you should be ashamed. why on earth would someone make up something like this. 

I have been bullied ever since i was in 5th grade. I was dancing at Dance Showcase Company at the time, and girls on my team would always lock me out of the classroom. I would then get in trouble by the teacher for being late to dance class. They would always gossip about me, but at the time it didn't bother me.

In seventh grade it began to get worse, these three freshman would always call me swear words and would call me fat. I was always confused when they hurt me because, i didn't know what i did wrong. I would come home crying at times, because they kept hurting my feelings. One day when i was walking home from school, these other three girls would always mouth off at me. They would throw water at me when i walked home from school, and would harass me all the time. My mom finally went to talk to them, and they never talked to me ever again. But i left Renaissance Academy because the three freshman would never stop calling me the names.

After a situation that occurred in 8th grade, i got extremely depressed. People at lehi junior would always make fun of me, or gossip about me. I realize that gossiping isn't bullying people, but the situation i was in, everything hurt me deeply. I would cut myself all the time, and i would cry myself to sleep every night. I still didn't know why everyone decided to pick on me, what did i do wrong?

At the beginning of my freshman year, i thought the bullying would stop. unfortunately i was completely wrong. A group of girls would always make fun of me. I was in history class and they would never stop starring at me, they would point and laugh at me; all the time. Everyday i was terrified to go to school, i hated walking down the hall ways... i felt like everyone was judging me where ever i went. Our history class went to go take a bathroom break, and i went into the stall to cry. The group of girls came into the bathroom and said these exact words: "sienna is such a retard! she won't stop being a cry baby, and won't stop starring at me!" later that day i found a note in my locker saying that i was pathetic and ugly, i then started to cry on my way to class.

People would text me telling me i shouldn't even be alive. I hated getting those long text messages... i was always terrified to read them.. I got several notes in my locker telling me i should go kill myself. A week or two later these boys came up to me and threw apple sauce all over me, for no reason. They called me ugly and ran off. At that time i didn't really have any friends that would stand up for me... what kind of friends are they?

At this point i felt completely alone, i didn't even think that heavenly father was with me. I asked this question to myself all the time "why me?"

I felt like i had no friends... i didn't even tell my best friend what was going on at the time. He didn't know what happened until sophomore year. I kept loosing friends because, all of them believed the girls on what they were saying about me.

One day my mom picked me up from school and i was sobbing. The group of girls pushed me to the ground and spat on me. They walked by me and one girl said "sienna is here..." the other girl said "GROSS". That broke my heart, what did i do so wrong that made people hate me so much? We went to the office and tried to tell the principal what was going on. The week we told him, the girls stopped. But after that week it began again. My parents went to the principals office again, but he said that he called the kids parents, and they said they never did any of those things. The principal thought i was lying guys!

I would always go to Mrs. Tea's room, because that is where i felt safe. I could play the piano and let all my feelings out. But then two of the girls that bullied me came into my choir class. They would always stare at me, flip me off, and laugh at me. I then felt like i had no place to go.

I got another note in my locker saying, "just go die, please". I took their advice.

I hated my self, HATED MY SELF. I didn't know why everyone hated me, i couldn't take the pain anymore. I was sick of being sad, and sick of how people treated me. I just wanted everything to end. No one would've cared if i left anyway? I mean.. the world would be better without me right?

On December 9th, 2012, i attempted suicide. I tried over dosing myself on IB Profen, i don't remember anything from that night. All i remember is the IV needle going into me, and the pain i felt that night. I didn't go to school for a week, and the rumor went around quickly of what happened to me. It's crazy of how fast things spread around.

After my incident, everything turned much better. I had to switch schools and no one bullied me anymore, and the girls never talked to me ever again. To this day i don't know why they decided to hurt me.... i wish i did. But i am happy as ever, and i conquered every battle that they put me through. I am grateful for my heavenly father who was by me through that hard trial of mine.