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  • - Abbie


    Hello. I’m going to share with you my TRUE bullying story.

    When I was a young girl, I was happy. I always wore a smile on my face. I was thin. When I was 5 years old, it was as if my life started to… turn. My dad left due to an alcohol addiction. I was sitting upstairs with my sister. She was trying to turn the TV up, but I could hear shouting back and forth. It was horrifying. Only recently, I found out my dad had literally strangled my brother. I kept asking my dad what happened and he always said it was her fault. He lied. He was responsible for everything.
    My grandma had died about 2 weeks after. I had only seen her around 5 times but the memories had lasted a lifetime. All of my siblings were much older than me (I’m 11 and my oldest brother is 23). By the time I was six, all of my siblings had left the house. S******, my sister, had an alcohol addiction as well as a drug addiction. My brother, T**, had the same addiction as her. They both partied hard and got drunk together. My mum had had enough of it, so she kicked S****** out. T** had already left. I had nobody except for my mum. I love my siblings although they can be a bit abusive. One time, I remember S****** pinned me up against the wall when I was five.
    So when I was seven, my dad had found a new girlfriend. He lives in Bradford, so he is a good two hours away from me. I knew they were going to start a family together someday. When I was nine, my dad got his girlfriend pregnant. I wasn’t ready for this. I hate change. The only reason why is because there has been so much in my life. I started getting angry at everyone. I had no idea why.

    Eleven years old: My sister is in jail. I know she’s already gone, but she got wrongly accused. She was peer pressured, she would have gotten killed! I keep comparing myself to other families. Everybody kept complaining about their siblings but it felt like I had none. The only family member I had was my mum. No aunties. No uncles. No cousins. No brothers, no sisters. I fell into deep depression on a regular basis. I was never wearing a smile any more. When someone said something funny, I would laugh for the shortest time then go back to being sad again.