With every hardship in everyone’s lives, we come face-to-face with the reality of threat. No matter the nice happy image that the media and children’s stories show about the world, cruelty and pain will come in some point of a person’s life. Witnessing cruelly in a school is enough to traumatize a young open minded student; but becoming a victim of bullying will experience the harsh reality of cruelty. Despite becoming a victim of cruelty to bullying, it sometimes can turn the victim into something great, like a strong leader or creative thinkers.
My own experience with bullying might be the same like other victims as well, some were verbal and a few physical bullying but I will always remember those event. I was in the 7th grade when I was bully, I was in a new environment all my close Elementary school friends went to their separate ways. I was alone and extreme shy. I don’t remember when, but I remember it took place in school, I recall every moment; they call me names and even threatened me for fun. Even using the word “Rape” as part of their “playful” action. Despite I ignore them, there was one I’ll always will remember these action by these so call “students”.
I remember it was in my fourth period class, some student who I don’t know, spray whiteboard cleaner on my hair and laugh. I was sitting there minding my business and drawing really terrible drawings. Some of the action was a blur, but I recall this moment even until today. That student took my backpack in front of me, I remember I ran up and force him to give it back while the other just yell and laugh. He never let go and I saw his facial expression, that look on his face was very playful and that smile, I wish I can knock him down to the ground for that unnecessary smile. It was too unpleasant for his action, I recall hitting him with a textbook and got my backpack back. I cry and yet no one help me, only there to wipe my tears off of my face. In that moment, life is cruel to me these people are clearly evil, barely any help by these teachers.
Depression came to me in that time, lock in my room and sobbing in my bed. In my mind I had a mix mental thought both suicide and murder. But yet somehow none of those action happen, instead I discover a new way to express myself. I discover drawing, it was fun to draw expression monster and people, despite it was fill with violence and swearing but it gave me happiness. As the years gone by with both improving my arts and less bullying, I discover art is my escape. No all victim will have the same turnaround like me, to me suicide will take away someone who could have potential creatively or even future leaders. As a former victim to bullying, I manage to discover my love and passion to art. If it wasn’t for that moment or my mind wasn’t clear enough, I wouldn’t become the person who I am today.
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