I didn't want to write a story like this.

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Okay so background story! hoho!

I am 18 this year and my lowest point in life was 3 years ago, when I was 15, also known as Secondary 3.

I dated a guy back at Secondary 1, when I was 13 years old. He was the school's popular kid and I was known as his girlfriend.

He had this best friend that clung on to him and we reunited back at age 15 after I broke up with my boyfriend.

We were in the same class and I pretty much left them both alone and wished they would do the same.

Somehow, this friend had a different plan in mind, he made my life so bad.

Usually and naturally, if someone were to insult me and tease me for my acne, scars and weight, I would laugh it off.

He came in to class as early as I do and we are the only ones in class and I was minding my own business when he came and sit in front of me as I look up at him questioningly as he suddenly said "You are ugly." I laughed "I know." He would proceed to ask me if I had ever washed my face and if I ever rubbed mud in my face. He also said that my face made one sick. I wasn't bothered at all because I already knew it.

Soon, it became excessive and I was truly annoyed "Are you sure you washed your face?" "Why do you keep eating? So fat still want to eat." "Pig." It grown so excessive that I started ignoring it. He was the epitome of annoying and I ain't even kidding.

I sat near a rubbish bin and my classmates think that they are all NBA players and they liked throwing paperballs into the dustbin and I would tell them if it scored or not and I didn't mind because they didn't hit me. Soon, a paperball was hurled my way and hit me right on the forehead as I looked up and frowned, thinking that someone had accidentally threw it too low, I didn't do much. Soon, another one hit me and I looked up and saw him uncapping his pen before hunching over his work and i scowl, I knew he threw it purposely at me.

One day, I was hit on the head by a plastic bottle, it was empty and it shouldn't hurt but jackpot was when the capped part hit my head, STINGING IT. I already had a rough idea of who it was because he had so many plastic bottles under his table and I knew he purposely threw it to hit me. I was tired and exhausted to even do anything.

I remembered burning my face due to a facial treatment and he reminded me yet again, how ugly I was. He said that I should have burnt my whole face off and that no amount of plastic surgery is able to fix my face. I was already numb to his insults and they got to me, affecting me in so many ways, I started looking in the mirror, checking my weight and getting really upset.

One day, I completely broke. We were ask to do a school survey and apparently, very few students could log into their computer with their passwords and username and I happen to be the very few students and I was willing to help those that needed help. Apparently, I was SO darn lucky that I was assigned to help 2 of his groupmates so I made my way there when he wheeled in front of me, stopping me as I frowned. "Please excuse me. I really..." I started but was cut off by him as he said, LOUDLY AND PROUDLY, "You aren't welcome here in this class you know." as I stared into his hard cold eyes as I nodded, turned around and went back to my own desk, allowing others to help them.

I ain't gonna lie, that word REALLY stung. I skipped classes after that and spent my whole recess in the class, crying. I didn't want to but each time I hear that in my head, I couldn't stop crying. Even my form teacher had pulled me aside during class to talk and I told her that my grades were horrible and that I felt so alone and that I wasn't supposed to be born. I felt like it was my fault.

I skipped school every last few days and I skipped school twice after that day. I hated myself. I coop myself at home and I dare not share anything with my friends and I was alone. I truly felt alone and I felt like the world turn it's back on me. I was miserable and had suicidal thoughts and really was near the edge of doing something foolish. I had depression when I was 12 and it relapse when I was 15, I started slitting my own wrist. 

I decided to write this story to reach out to those that are bullied or getting bullied now. I wondered why having acnes were ugly, why being fat is ugly, why having scars is ugly. I wanted to write this story to get out of my comfort zone and share and reach out. He already apologized to me but I can't help and think back on my lowest point and it felt like it wasn't 3 years ago because the pain is still there, it hasn't completely healed and I am not nice enough to cover up the cut and pretend it hadn't happen before.

Please don't hate yourself over one who isn't worthy hating yourself over. I am speaking from experience and if you are experiencing some form of bullying or anything and wish to vent your anger or anything, I am here to help and I will be willing to listen to anyone. This story is not for you all to laugh and make fun of or me wanting to get views and exaggerating my story, it happened and I really want to share and reach out. Enjoy while you can. 

Not much Youngjae fanfic so here is one. It is going to be a one shot story.