no escape
...talked for most of the class, swapping secrets and stories, by the end of the class I felt as though our friendship really would last. Rozi and Elaine had previously been best friends but upon my arrival, we instantly became a trio. At first I was closer to Rozi because she was louder and more risky than Elaine. She was always hyper whereas Elaine seemed more relaxed and was much more quieter. Elaine had an unbelievably good skill for listening but Rozi was more like me...much better at talking! The three of us became inseparable, close like sisters, joined at the hip as my mum called us. We arranged to meet on weeknights and weekends constantly. Our phone bills rocketed and I nearly drove my parents insane. We spent more time with each other than we did doing anything else. We rarely met up with other friends, we were happy, just the three of us. So where was the need for others? As time went on my happiness with this friendship seemed to good to continue just as easy, unfortunately I was right. Weeks later, gossip was flying. Apparently Rozi and I were dating...each other! That was such a shock to more people than we thought. I vividly recall us sitting giggling together in our R.E class, and all we could hear from the “populars” behind us was “lezzy, lezzy!” The rumours about us were everywhere. Our school, other schools, life was a nightmare. We stayed strong friends but the abuse was unthinkable. The three of us despaired at the thought of school every day. Each night I sat alone in the darkness of my room, huddled in a corner, wishing my life would end. I could see no other option. There was no escape. In 6 small months my life had become a living hell. There was only a few weeks left until half term when I took drastic action to end it all... Opening my eyes, I realised I was in hospital. Numerous tubes through my arms and having a drip attached t...