Being Bullied: My 5th Grade Nightmare

It's been twenty (20) years going on forever since I'd been bullied around. It seemed that this devastating event would never go away; it was going to haunt me for the rest of my natural life. On that morning in September 1998 ("Raw Is War " and "WWF Break Down: In Your House") at Thomas Tolbert Elementary School, I was eating breakfast until a group of then-kids circled me and then they put me down on the ground. Those then-kids then started beating me up, making fun of me because I had autism, because I was in Special Education, and because they felt like it. They made me cry, they started mocking me, and made fun of me for their entertainment, their amusement, and for their self-gratification. I'm still thinking about what those then-kids did to me back at Thomas Tolbert Elementary School every day for the last seventeen-and-a-half (17 1/2) going on eighteen years. They'd broken me, they took every ounce of my self-respect and my dignity, and almost everything else. I'm still haunted by the beating I had endured, even to this day. Those then-kids back in the fifth grade had devastated me by beating me up for no reason, and I will not forgive them. And not only these then-kids from September 1998 ("Raw Is War" and "WWF Break Down: In Your House") hurt me, they did it publically, they did it on purpose, and they made a complete mockery out of me, and I won't forgive them for beating me up. They don't deserve my forgiveness and I hope they rot and burn in the giant pit of inferno for the rest of their so-called "fabulous"/miserable lives. I hope the same thing doesn't happen to anyone else.