Bullying

It all started when I was in 8th grade.I was hanging out with my friends and having fun.Then I found out I was gay I thought that my friends would be there with me but they stopped being my friends and left me in the dirt.But then they would tell there friends and the friends would tell everybody else.Til everyone in the school heard that I was gay.I would be followed home get beat up in the hallway.Everyday at school all people would say to me was faggot.I would be so hurt that I would just stay in the back of the class with my hood on ignoring what anybody said.Til one day it was a Friday the 13th I begged my parents to not let me go to school.But they didn’t know what was going on at school.I had gym that day and all the boys gathered around me while I was getting ready to leave.I was trapped in a corner and beaten til blood came dripping from my nose and lip.My eye was swollen and purple I was bruise all over me.They wouldn’t stop until the coach came in pulling them off of my dead like body.I was lying on the floor crying and all I could see was the people who beat me up laughing pointing at me thinking that it was funny.Then one kid pushed the coach off of me and started kicking me in the stomach til I started choking on my blood.The coach got up and pushed the kid off me.The coach the called 911 to get me help because I started to black out.Before my eyes close I see everyone laughing and pointing and saying he’s just faking it he’s not hurt.Then my eyes closed.When I woke up I was in a small emergency room that was covered in penguin wallpaper.I was covered in bruise and all I could feel was pain.My parents where arguing saying that they should of never let me go to school and that they should of listen to me.I didn’t want to hear their conversation so I tried to get up and go to the bathroom but all I could feel was extreme pain in my stomach and arms. Later there in the hospital bed hating the fact that I was gay.I was hoping that my body would just fail on me and I would die.But now I’m glad that it didn’t.I had three broken rib cage and a broken arm and wrist.If it wasn’t for the coach I could of died in the gym locker room.I am proud to say that I have gotten over that moment in my life.