Personal Narrative-Assisted Suicide

90% of all students between 4th and 8th grade are bullied physically or verbally during their schooling. I was one of those students – told daily that I was fat and never going anywhere in life. Bullying continues to tremble the ground with its every advancing step and scare its’ victims and bystanders with its extensive roar. Bullying was something that walked into my life in elementary school and tortured me throughout middle school. Nonetheless, I did not lose hope and I fought back.
I was ten years old when the bullying started. I lived with two elder sisters, a mother and a father; a family which resembled that of ‘Elie’s’ from the book “Night” written by Elie Wiesel. I was the youngest in the family so I was used to the occasional taunts and teasing. Yet soon enough those taunts and teases escalated into a much
However, even though I left my bully behind, I did not leave behind my physical qualities which made me 65% more at risk of being bullied. It started all over again but this time even worse and harsher. I started being depressed and having suicidal thoughts. Yale university states that victims of bullying contemplate suicide 2-9 times more often than non-victims; I was one of those victims. After months of depression, I subliminally had stored up so much hatred towards the bullies, that I just wanted revenge.
I started working out using my hatred as my fuel. After 8-12 months of tough, home training in an area no bigger than a closet; my determination finally paid off. I became 10 times more athletic which allowed me to dominate in most sports. Soon after, I switched schools; as if God had been planning for me to have a real fresh start. This time my ambition and competitiveness were like savages without a leach; they allowed me to prove myself as one of the best in my grade - in sports and studies. I had proven to God that I had not wasted this second