#2 My first friend?

This is the point in my life where i met someone that tried to help me.


Hello fellow bloggers and readers! after starting to talk abit about my story yesterday I decided to continue from where i left of in #1, there won’t really be to much of and introduction as i will just jump right into it and try my very best to keep you as a reader interested at the same time!

As i was waiting for my parents to come home i would just sit on the front porch, not really feeling well after the beating i just took, i could barely hold the tears in and was afraid for them to find me again. As i sat on the porch i was trying to find a comfortable position to sit in. This is when i noticed the bush that blocked us off from our neighbours started moving, you could say i was a bit terrified incase those kids had followed me back from school.
As he came through the bushes he looked straigt at me and asked “Are you ok?!”
I was still beaten up and thought about what they said if i told anybody about what had happened to me things would be worse. I told him “everything was alright, i just had an accident and fell of my bike when riding the large downhill from school.”

I wasn’t quite sure if he believed me or not, but i didn’t want to take the risk of them finding out in anyway, that was my first lie, and i can still remember it clear as day “Everything is allright!” 

He walked me around the bush and over to their property, and their garden was guite big, they had a small pool and a trampoline including a very large tree where they had put a swing made out of rope and tire. His parents called out to him from the house, asking where he was, and thats when they noticed me, the new kid, the one that moved to the house nextdoor.

Both of his parents started asking if everything was allright, cause in someway they could see it in me that i was in pain. Even that didn’t really help me much to come forward with whad had happened that day. and his is when i reapeated that lie i told earlier: “Everything is allright!”

The neightbour kid asked for my name and what class i was in as we were all walking towards his house in order to get something to drink as we waited for my parents to come home. They would probably think about all the dangers that might have happened alonside the road, and why i shouldn’t walk from school in the middle of the day.
If only i was able to open up and thell them what happened they would probably understand the things i did, but unfortunately i was to afraid of the concequences of what would happen if it got out that i had told my parents about this.. and the worst part about it was the fact that i actually had to lie about how i actually whent and how i felt about things.

Even my neighbours could see that something was wrong i that i probably wasn’t as happy as i could have been.  i didn’t really have that smile that the other kids had, i was very quiet, even for them!

But now as you have met them i will fast forward a little bit in order to keep blogpost nr 2 running, otherwise it would take way to long!

After a qouple of weeks we seemed to become very close friends, we would hang out at school and do all kinds of stuff together when was together, and it seemed like a very good friendship until the day came when he was over to visit. we decided to go cutting down some chives from the garden so that we could either eat them or try to use them in something else. As soon as we got there i could see a large stack of chives, i grabbed my hand around it and was ready to pull it up og just try to get it out of the ground, this is when he tok a pair of large siccors as he looked at me “hold it steady”
And i was actually as steady as anything else in the world, but then he managed to cut my finder in 2, started screaming when i was walking towards the house, i looked at him where he said that if i told anyone that he did it on purpose him and his best friend would find me, no matter where on the planet i moved. after this day it was no longer just the kids from my class but it was also the neighbour and some other kid that i hadn’t seen before, but apparantly he went in 7th grade at the same school as us,  which might have been why i never saw him as this was at the otherside of the building.

Those 2 people would make things worse for everyday, not just in school but also every single day after. so now it wasn’t enought for me to gett bullied, kicked, and punched when i was at shcool, i had to undergo a living hell with there two at the homefront aswell.. i really didn’t know what to do anymore. they would force me to drink things such as soap, and would throw me into the ground or just hit because they were bored and needed something to do. i was the easiest target for them.. I was in 1st. grade, my neighbour in 3rd. and his friend was in the 7th. I counldn’t exactly fight against them off  either, there was more of them, and they would make sure to keep me down if i ever tried to talked to anybody. So as you can see now, almost all 1st. grade i was telling them the lie that everyone needed to hear: “Everything is allright!” 

This is the end of #2, and i will post a new one as soon as i have time!
Have a good weekend everybody, and always try to spread posivity to others, cause you never know who needs it the most!

– Beautiful Breakdown

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