Hey y'all, Ghostplay here.
This is not normally something I like to talk about, but seeing that today/tomorrow is the national day against bullying in France, I thought I had to say it to y'all.
So, let's say it. I have been bullied, and oh boy, did it wreck me mentally.
And I'm gonna tell the story of that bullying.
Let me say first that I do not remember everything and I will most likely never remember everything. So I will tell only the moments that I do remember.
On that note, if I do not tell anything about the location or the time, you can assume it's after PE, in the locker room.
So... Let's begin, shall we?
It all began in my first year of middle school. New place, new people, what could go wrong? I take a look at my classmates, they all seem cool. "Well, I'm sure it'll be a good year!", I thought.
How wrong I was.
A few weeks after the school year began, 3 people began to pick on me. And that picking slowly turned into bullying.
I do remember 3 events on that year.
First off, I have to tell a bit more about me, but it'll be quick. When I was younger, I was a sore loser and a crybaby. I would cry everytime I lost at something.
During that day, I was on a losing streak, so my mental health was already low.
I come into the locker room, just to hear "two, three" and (at least it looked like to me) half the class fakely crying to mock me.
I couldn't take it.
I took my clothes, balled out in the corridor, collapsed on the floor and started crying.
The PE teacher I had at the time noticed it and asked me what was wrong. I told her.
Next thing I know, she yelled at the boys locker room that it was just horrible to do that. Then she told me that if I wanted, I could change in the toilets. Which I did. No way I was gonna go back in here.
I'll continue in the next comment, this one is already big.