Bullying

[Hezzy]

This is an article from the Daily Mirror, an English paper.

Diary of Despair

She was one of the "in" crowd - and she loved it. Rebecca Willers would swan around the school as if she owned the place, sniggering along with the rest when the gang picked on and taunted the more vulnerable pupils.
But it was no laughing matter when they viciously turned on her, beating her so badly she spent almost a week in hospital.
From then on, the Essex schoolgirl found herself the target of a campaign of hate, suffering dozens of threatening phone calls each night and a non-stop barrage of abusive text messages.
Rebecca's life at the Aveley School in Thurrock turned into a living hell. Struggling to cop, she wrote about her terror and misery in a diary - and here we publish vivid excerpts from it on day two of the daily mirror's anti bulling campaign, Bulling: You Can Stop It.
Gangs of up to 30 kids wold gather outside the house Rebecca, now 14 shares with her mother and two younger sisters and scream foul abuse. Her tormentors even kept up their cruel campaign on Christmas Day.
They had turned on her after she was accused of starting a rumour that one of the biggest bullies in the gang had slept with her boyfriend.
"To this day I swear I never said that," says Rebecca. "But when I was walking out of school that afternoon she came up behind me with two other girls, pulled me to the floor and started kicking me in the stomach.
"The other girls took my bag, took money out of it, and took my phone. It was literally 10ft outside school. Adults were parked outside - there were loads and loads of peple standing around and no one did anything. I managed to get up and because they thought I was going to fight back two of them pushed me through a big 6ft fence into a back garden, knocking the fence down. I was lying in the garden and they kept kicking me in the face and stomach. "
Then one of them came in, grabbed my hair and tried to knee me in the face. As I moved, her knee got me underneath the chin and in the throat.
"It went on for a good five minutes, with them booting me anywhere they could find. They were having a good old go at it. At one point, when there was a big gang of people around me, one of them pulled down my top and my boobs were exposed and everything.
"Then the neighbour next door to the house came out and managed to pull them off."
Rebecca immediatlely saw a doctor, but it wasn't until the next day that the extent of her injuries became clear, as the harrowing first entry in her diary reveals. Driven to despair by months of bulling, she eventually wrote moving goodbye letters to her family and friends.
"Mum, I am sorry but I can't cope any more," she said. "You kept me going this far - I love you so much."
References to suicide pepper her diary. Luckily, Rebecca never took that final, fatal step. But she came close - as the scars on her wrists and legs from self-harm bear witness.
On the right (Next post for you guys) are extracts from her diary that chronicle the months of torment she suffered after the attack until she finally moved to a new school...

[Fragmatic]

Intercepted!

[Triggar]

If I were her mom, I would have gone to that school and beat the living shit out of any of those douche bags who thought they were so tough and so cool. Holy crap, bones would be broken. Then I'd dump them on their front porch and spit on their parents for fucking up so hard and producing wastes of space like their kids.

[Black]

Originally Posted by Triggar

If I were her mom, I would have gone to that school and beat the living shit out of any of those douche bags who thought they were so tough and so cool. Holy crap, bones would be broken. Then I'd dump them on their front porch and spit on their parents for fucking up so hard and producing wastes of space like their kids.

im feelin the in that post

[Triggar]

Haha, don't screw with the people I love, I will bring you down. Bring you down to Chinatown!

[Black]

[Triggar]

Don't worry Black. If you ever needed someone to be put back in their place, I'd probably help you out

[Black]

[Hezzy]

Wenesday, July 16. 2003
Got up this morning and there was blood all over the bed sheets. Was in complete shock and didn't have a clue what was going on.
Went back to the doctor and he said I had to go to hospital. Knew it was serious because I was in complete agony.
They said I had a swollen kidney and damage to my ovaries and gave me strong painkillers.
I could be here a few days, At least I don't have to go back to school tomorrow.

Sunday, July 20
Doctors said I can go home today but I'm terrified about going back to school.
Wouldn't even look outthe car window as we were going home in case they saw ne, Got the right shakes. Was really petrified.
Walking from the car to the house is only about six metres but it was so hard to get my legs to work. Was so worried they'd see me and it would happen again.

Monday, July 21
So glad mum said I didn't have to go back to school today. There's only a week left before the summer holidays and she says I can stay off till then. COuldn't face them and I'm still bleeding in pain anyway.
Mum says it will all have blown over by next year

Monday, October 13
Got elastic bands pinged at my legs. Got "slag" screamed in my face so left school at 10.30am. Sat at home and cried for the rest of the day.
When I went back to school after the summer I thought it would be different. I thought everyone would have forgotten about it but they had spread so many rumours about me it was unbelievable.
They said I was a slag, that I was sleeping around, that I was a prostitute and that I was pregnant. All sorts of stuff. No one would talk to me.

Monday, October 27
The calls started at 6.30pm tonight. There were 78 in all.
As usual, they were screaming "slag", "whore", "watch your back and all your family's", "you're going to ****ing die", and "go kill yourself."
One said: "Polly wants a cracker." Even silly things like that are unbearable.
Wanted to scream: "Leave me alone - I'm not doing anything to hurt you" down the phone but if I do, it will give them more reason to carry on.
They'll know they're getting to me.

Monday, November 5
Got a punch in the face and walked out. Can't take much more.
All night they kept knocking at the door. A stone got thrown at 9.20pm and 9.53pm. They were shouting "slag", "****ing bitch", "come out now" and "****ing get out here."
Got a phone call, they shouted "slag" and then put the phone down.
We called the police. When they came I screamed: "You have to do something - this is unbelievable." I'm going to go jump off a brdige if they don't do something. Someone has to do something.

Monday, November 9
Got tripped up and went flat on my face. Everyone just stood there and laughed.
Was so humiliated and upset I got up and ran out of school and sat at home and cried. Took a carving knife and gave my wrist a good coulple of slices. I really felt like dying tday. I want to jump off a cliff.

Thursday, December 25, Christmas Day
Even today they didn't leave me alone. It started at dinner time. They screamed, "You're a little slag", down the phone and then hung up.
When they phoned again my uncle answered for once and it scared them. Serves them right.

Friday, December 26, Boxing Day
Can't believe they rang at 1.30am. Shouted: "You're a stupid skank."
You'd expect them to be home with their families but, no, they're making trouble for me.
Was so humiliated because my family were round. They're all going to think I'm useless and pathetic because I've brought it on the family.

Friday, January 16, 2004
Things have got so bad that I've been taken out of class and now have lessons in the library.
Got dirty looks, She walked past six times and laughed every time. Called out: "Dirty slag" then sat starting for over half an hour. Another one said: "Got to go to the police office because of that ****ing slag", pointing to me.
Spend the whole time laughing at me and then smiling and giving dirty looks. After school she walked past and said "Hi" to mum. Scared me ****less. |Thought she was coming to get me.

Monday, January 19
They came in the library and laughed. Evil look. Walked past door, shouted: "Slag".
Teacher never came to give me work. He will just say he was busy and I should go and get it. But I am too scared to even go to the toilet, let alone go into a class where "they" are. They make me feel so small.
Really feel like dying. It would just be so much easier.

Tuesday, January 20
In the library. SHe walked in and laughed. She knows I am in there every day because of them and she takes the **** about it.
She walked in again and gave dirty looks.Called out: "Slag". Three of them were with the rest of a class. Got dirty looks and one kept looking voer and turning round and talking and pointing.
She walked pst me three times. First time she smiled. Second time she said: "Hi". Thrid time she said: "Die".
Came home at lunch because I don't see the point in being in school when all this is going on.
Every day a new problem turns up and when school think they have an answer - a s*** one at that but one all the same - it goes out the wndow straight away.
Then Dad or Mum go up to the school about it. They always correct it for one day then go back to their old ways.

Wednesday, January 21
Need some serious sleep. Feel physically and mentally very ill. I know I'm depressed but I just want it allto end. How can I do it? The only way I know is dying. No one understands how bad I feel. They all think it's an act.

Tuesday, June 29
Started new school at Easter but still live here and see them all the time. I've come through it now, though, and I'm at a better school and am friends with everyone there.
Now if there's an aurgument between two of my friends I will try and stop it and talk it out with them because I know what it's like to be beaten up and bullied. It's an awful thing - a terrible thing.


I feel so bad for this kid.

[Triggar]

The poor kid! I'm glad she moved to a different school. Still, if I were her mom, heads would roll.

[Black]

[Hezzy]

Likewise. I want to seriously hurt the people bullying her.

[_-Gunslinger-_]

Wow where did this take place? Honestly though either the journals are exadruated, or that place has the worst police systems ever. If she was beaten that badly why werent thier charges pressed?

Good thing I wasnt in her shoes/there. Or there would have been columbine 2.0

Primary targets: Abusors

Secondary Targets: Administration

[MrPaul]

Those [the bullies] are the sort of people that are simply begging "hit me in the face." "Repeatedly."

I know of some people like that at my college, but nothing to that extent. I can but imagine how bad that'd be.

[MrPaul]

Wow where did this take place? Honestly though either the journals are exadruated, or that place has the worst police systems ever. If she was beaten that badly why werent thier charges pressed?

I think it's because they were minors, so there's only so much the police can do. So stupid.