When I came home crying, Mum cornered me instantly. I tried to avoid it but she made me speak.
"What did they do to you?" she demanded.
I listed the names I had been called.
"That day you came home with a black eye, you didn't walk into a pole, did you?"
All I could do was shake my head.
At this stage I am not sure if it is a good thing or a bad thing that she found out, but she is really angry with Dad for hiding it from her for so long. I am grounded all because I didn't tell her about the taunting. She stormed out of the house, and after a few hours we began to get worried. She came back later with hair dye and dyed my red hair black. Her excuse was that every time she felt down she would dye her hair so she at least knew she was in control of one aspect of her life.
This morning when I left for school, she was still home. Normally she is gone before I wake up. She removed the over-sized Harry Potter glasses and helped me put in contact lenses. She smiled at me and told me I looked beautiful. Honestly, it was the turning point in my life when I realised I wasn't going to put up with their torture anymore because those monsters have taken away so much from me. They stole my friends, my life and made me into a person I never wanted to be.
But here I am, alive, and every second I breathe I am still fighting.
Thank you for being here for me, the four thousand people who read each post.
Good night.
-Louise.
Here is the latest photo of me:
I do have a nose, and once more this image is so not done in Paint. I mean, how uncool is THAT?!
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