I woke up to an irritating beeping noise. There was something annoying stuck up my nose. My body felt like it was run over by a semi-truck. My eyes felt like they were glued shut. Once I opened them, I realized I wasn't at home and the nightmare I had did in fact happen. My mind went through what led up to where I am.

---Flashback---

I was sitting at the high-school hangout with friend's when Karen and her posse came in. I lowered my head hoping she wouldn't see me, but just my luck that was the moment our waiter brought our food out causing all eyes to follow which table he was taking it to. After the plates were passed out and the waiter left Karen walked up to the table.

"Hey little pig, look's like your enjoying stuffing your face" She sneered at me. I didn't say anything or even look at her. I learned that speaking only causes her to amp up her cruelty. Sometimes though not saying anything does the same thing, like now. Grabbing my plate she flipped it on my lap saying "Stop feeding your fat face and speak dog" causing gasp around the room, but nobody said anything to her.

I picked up my food set back on my plate and stood up to leave out of embarrassment. However, she wasn't done with me yet. "Looks like nobody taught you how to deal with a period, here use this," she said as she tossed me a tampoon. Looking at my white pants, ketchup was smeared over the front and it looked like I had an accident on myself.  I could feel the hot tears burning my eyes as I ran away.

That night I was tagged in a Facebook post. Someone filmed what happened but edited so the only part was me standing with ruined pants, Karen's harsh words and me fleeing. Hundreds of people seen and posted nasty comments about me, even though most of them didn't know me or what really happened.

I posted "That's not what happened, it's not the whole video!!" To that people called me a liar, a nasty skank, and more cruel words.

At school, it was just as bad. Tampoons and pads were stuck to my locker, people pushing me and calling me names it was hell.

It went on for months then last night I jumped off Cress-bridge to end it. I felt something tug me before everything went black.

---End Flashback---

Zack, a quiet guy who worked at the restaurant and went to school with me was fishing when I jumped, had saved me. He showed the police, parents, and teachers the actual video of what happened including the public facebook messages and what I endured at school.

My mom sobbed as I told her and the police my side of what happened.

Zack visited me in the hospital and told me "Your life is very important, don't let anyone take it away from you!"