I walked up to my room and laid on my bed while heard my parents arguing "we have to move, I will not have my child come home beat up and crying everyday" my father yelled "what about Oli? He too will be bullied if we move". I looked over to the sound of my iPhone receiving a text, it was from Britney "hey Blondey, I hope you do as your told: kill yourself". My iPhone as getting spammed with texts from not just Britney and her friends, but my whole class. Saying things like: "die. Just die", "why are you even alive you stupid fat weirdo", "She's like a bug, annoying", I cried silently so my parents couldn't hear. The one that hurt me the most was "you're unloved. It's a habit. Once unloved, always unloved". I raced to my parents bedroom and grabbed my fathers sharp pocket knife.