Why me?

Dear Students of Walter High, my parents, and the bullies of my life. Here is my story and why I did what I did. You know who you are in this story so make sure you pay close attention to it.

Well, it all began since I was second grade. I was a normal kid if I do say so myself. Apparently "they" didn't think I was though. I loved to play kickball, and I loved everything "they loved." That wasn't good enough I guess. Sure I liked to read and they didn't, who cares right? I cannot be the only one in our entire class who likes to read. Though that didn't matter did it? "They" picked me to make sun of, "they" picked me to bully for nine years of school. Who is "they?" Well "they are the three girls, and two guys who picked on me all the way from second grade to eleventh grade. For nights and nights I cried myself to sleep asking myself the same question over and over again, "Why me?" Why did they have to pick me to make fun of every day of my life.

Yeah sure I went to the teachers and told them what was going on, I only did that though until the fifth grade. It had only made things 20 times worse with them. I was from then on called a "tattle tale." Their were loads of name they called me. For example they called me: dweeb, nerd, fatty, dork, four eyes, mister know-it-all, Mr. Stinky, hobbit, elf, sniffles, and loads of others. I could sit here all day naming things that they call me. Sure some of them I can blow off over my head an ignore, but it comes to a point where it just fills me up and I just want to explode with anger and rage. I just want to punch the living crap out of them.

At first they weren't abusive, but it didn't take very long until they did become very abusive. I was pushed down a flight of stairs, which resulted in many bruises and cuts all over my body. Sure people asked, "What happened?" I just told them I tripped. I knew there were people who knew the truth about what was happening, but they of course wouldn't tell anyone because they would be picked on next. If someone started to hang our with me too, they would be picked on too. So I have no friends what-so-ever. Teachers ask what happens to me when I fall down the stairs. I just tell them it was an accident, the same of course with me parents. The stairs aren't the only way they actually physically hurt me. They also push me into my locker, trip me in the hallways, and well anything you can really think of.

Why do I tell you all of this in a letter? Well I wanted you to know my story, all of you to know it before I decided to take my life tonight. I didn't want to leave in a mystery to some of you who knew me quite well. So yes I was bullied for most of my life. I decided to end my life because I could not just handle it anymore. It happened to me every single day, and their was no one I could talk to about it, or become friends with. Yeah sure people say that one you it the bottom of the ladder the only way is up, but I kept stumbling down the ladder when I started to climb. It was more like I was beaten down the ladder instead of stumbling. People also say, "Life is worth living for!" Hm, yes it is somewhat true, but at the same time when you are living in a living hell, you might as well just end your life because you don't want to live with a living torture. I cried every single night. I had no one, NO ONE, to open up to about this problem without making the situation worse. So, I decided to take a gun to my head, and end the life that I had. It was my decision to do this no one else's.

The one last thing I have to say (ask really) before I go is directed towards my bullies, "Why? Why me?"

Sincerely,
John Fencher 

John Fencher died on May 17th, 2011. He went to Walter High School in St. Ulta, California. He was only 17 years old when he had died. This letter was received in his High School on the 18th of May. It was read on the morning announcements that day, that was John's plan. His body was found in his room that afternoon. . . . . His parents had been gone on a trip. 


This is a fictional story written by Noah Bitney