Prologue
I will never find love.
Why? You may ask.
Well, that is simple really!
I am fat and ugly. What guy what’s to be with someone like that?
Not only that but I am also bullied, I’m not social, I am weird. I don’t want anything or think like everyone else.
But there is one thing that I do have in common with them. It is something that everyone wants and that is:
Love!
You may think right now that I don’t have any friends.
Well I do. They are bullied just like me. They are weird just like me. And like me, they want someone that will love them and someone that they can love back. But it’s not that simple.
There are four of us in this friendship including myself. Our troubles started in year 8. The second year of our high school experience. We hadn’t known each other in primary school and we did have some of our classes together. We would sit together and talk to each other in class, but that was it. Year 8 came around, we started hanging out with each other a lot more, and soon we became close nit friends. We found that we had lots in common and we could tell each other anything.
Those were the good days. Back when we weren’t being bullied. When we didn’t think about falling in love or having a boyfriend, all we needed was each other.
But our care free world shattered. Our weird personalities made us perfect targets for bullying and we started to see how much we didn’t fit in with everyone else. We were outsiders.
Then later that year everyone started getting into relationships, having their first taste of love. At first it didn’t bother us but then we saw how everyone was happy and we wanted that for ourselves but the bullies would tell us that no one would ever love us and that we didn’t deserve someone loving us, we believed them. We became miserable and we only depended on each other.
It was hard. One of my friends started cutting herself, another of my friends had suicidal thoughts and found it difficult to deal with them, and the last one was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress and social anxiety.
As for me. I was diagnosed with depression, post-traumatic stress and social anxiety.
Rumours were spread about us, all of them lies. The bullying got worse with every passing year.
Through all of that, our friendship group stayed together, because we made a promise that we would always stay together to support each other, and be best friends forever.
Years have passed since year 8 and we are now in year 11. What the year has in store for us, I don’t know but I pray to god that it is something good.
We need something good to happen in our lives.
