When i got into 7th grade i slowly floated away from my friends and listened to music that would calm my insanity.

I still cut myself and wore my jacket. Evey week at least once i would go home after a school day of being bullied and lock myself in my room cut myself then cry for an hour. I was used to the depression and the bullying. I was hanging with friends that helped me and made me laugh and happy.
My mom told me i was switching schools and i would have a week to say goodbye to my friends. I cried and cut myself that night. I gave my goodbyes and left my friends. The new school was called river springs middle. This was half way threw 7th grade. I wasnt very social and off the bat everone hated me.i didnt care i was used to it. I had this one friends named shelby she was the first to talk to me.
"Hi im shelby" she said with a HUGE smile.
"Victoria its nice to meet you" i saod back she grabbed my hand and introduced me to her other friends. This is were i freaked out were my the bridge conneting my sanity with my depression broke and i was stuck on the wrong side. I meet this girl named colette. Off the bat as soon as i met her i didnt like her. Not being mean i just had a bad feeling. I was right the more we hung out the more i notcied how deppresed she was. I saw her arm and they were covered in cuts and brusies. I asked about them worried and she opened up. She kept this up for a while and i finally turned her into the concealer i was anomous so she wouldnt know. I reminded myself of my old friends who turned me in. I was a monster i never even said sorry. My depression got worse and i stared to lose it. I got bullied even more and this school. I was called ugly and bitch and ya the usual. I was rumored about and evrryone knew me in a bad way. Of course colette didnt make it help. She not only joined the bullies but TOLD ME THE ONLY WAY TO HELP MYSELF WAS TO HURT MYSELF BEFORE I HURT OTHERS AND STUPIED LITTLE ME I BELIEVED HER AND DID JUST THAT. I cut myself again even tried to hang myself.
I lied about myself to make people think i was intersting. I bullied other people. I brought myself down. I laughed when people told me there problems ..... i was a monster.

I got more deppresed and more and more. I had dreams or....er.... nights mares of killing myself or people killing me. I hated it. I was scared. This is when i stared seeing things.

You might not believe in ghost ot demons but i do. I saw this guy named craig. He had dirty blonde hair and green eyes, pale skin and he wore a hoodie and boots. I saw him in school usually staring at me from across the room. I had enough one day and walked up to him in the middle of the classroom. I mean all he did was stare and no one else commented.
"Can you not stare at me like whats your problem asshole" i said.
Everyone was staring at me.
"Id go sit down of i was you" he looks at me and got up.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to face the teacher.
"You ok miss schneider?" She said. I ingnored her and walked to my desk. He was gone?. O went home and went to my room. I closed the door behind me and saw him laying on my bed.
"Your home whats up?" He said
"What...how...ummm GET OUT." I said back
"No i cant my names craig and im your ummm friend" he said.
I thought i was going crazy and fell to the floor crying. After a couple of weeks later i became close friends to craig and we talked all the time he help me threw a lot of my depression throught 7th and 8th grade.
But my depression didnt go away but i made new friends or demon friends.