Saved
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Dear Diary,
I was saved. Finally, someone got me out of that hell hole. They each noticed what was happening and helped me; they confronted me and asked me if I was in need of any help, and a lot of my problems just improved from there. I'm out of the mentality of me being useless, too. I helped them recover, just like they helped me, and I'm actually grateful that they read this journal. I'm not mad; if they hadn't I'd be dead. So, this will probably be my last entry in you, now that I have them, but thank you for being there through the good and more importantly, the bad.
Love,
Dam Bi
Son Dam Bi had been through a lot. Bullying, abuse, depression, anxiety, drug addiction and alcoholism. Not having any friends, she decided writing in cheap notebooks would do until school life was over for her. So she did, but she left it in the library. Instead of putting the book she took off the shelf back, she put her journal back. She only realized it after her soon-to-be-saviors read through it. Most people in their school would have just scoffed, or ignored the obvious pleas for help that were written, but they didn't. They helped.
Foreword
Son Dam Bi ││ 손담비
Talents: Art, Singing
Personality & A Litte Backstory: She's a very introverted person, she never liked being in stressful or large social situations due to a severe form of Social Anxiety Disorder, or SAD, forming from the abuse and bullying she had endured in the past. Since she knows what it's like to feel alone constantly, so she tries to include whoever she can if someone is being left out, even though she has the SAD to deal with. She's very intelligent and kind, but even she has her flaws; she doesn't know how to handle her emotions, so that soon lead to her self-harming. She would do anything that wasn't hard to hide behind clothing. Things like burning (getting into that later), scratching, and bruising.
Since her safe haven was her grandmother's house, she would do whatever she could to relive the good times. The house would always smell like pine and cigarette smoke, which made her feel cozy. To recreate the scent, she'd occasionally smoke a cigarette while sitting in the pine tree in her backyard, always in the same oversized blue hoodie. Instead of stomping the out, she usually puts it out on her hip bone, which is also where the bruises reside.
This story will contain graphic scenes of; abuse, self-harm, and bullying. If you are easily triggered, please do not read this story.
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