Narrative Essay About Torture

In order to create your own successful future, you cannot allow yourself to be a victim in the vices of another’s reckless torture. It is undeniable that many people go through life, a victim. If not a victim of an illness or disease, maybe a victim of another person’s behavior. For me, I wished my torture would be an illness. Despite being the host, the good side of an illness is that an illness is identified and the effects it will have are known or can be fairly accurately predicted. An illness may even have a treatment, but torture does not.

My torture started out as something that every single child from five years old and on have to endure. School is something that is not optional and it had always been drilled into my brain by my parents the importance of education. I had always agreed because I found learning fascinating. I soon learned that
The part that hurt the most about trying to lose my bullies was that I lost myself. I ended my sophomore year and began my junior year with a recurring eating disorder. A disease that truly eats you away from the inside out. It was a real, physical display of what was happening in my head. My bullies were eating away at me, scrounging up any vulnerable piece of me they could find to make me weaker. Also at this time my only three friends I had in school were newly settled into their freshmen year of college. My friends always tried to distract me and encourage me to focus on my studies and not the people in the school. They offered me their guarded safety while I was at school. Because of their loyalty to me, and the fact that I had been hurt by so many people before them, I had not made any friends beside them. As my junior year started I had not a single friend in school. Not everyone was necessarily mean to me and many even knew my situation, but did not try to befriend me and I did not try either. It was easier to isolate