That was The reason why nobody liked me.
But. I find it out. But... Too late...

Years later. When i was 11. i Moved to a middle School (Realschule in german)

I had luck. I come to a brand new class. And The People from my old class. Gone in an another.
But... This new class hated it when i cry.
And i cry a lot.
So they're begun to bully me... From The 5. to the 8. Class.

In this school years i meet some friends.
But...
They Arent good Friends...
They sayed i'm anoying, i wasn't allowed to be in a picture with them together...
I get never only ONE hug from them.
Never... In 4 whole years...

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8. class... The bullying were lesser And lesser. In the 8. Class i started here.
It was The 2. of january 2015.

Till this day i drawed here mostly every day.
Till... To the moth may...
In may... My dad get The diagnosis...
Cancer...

I ... Was shocked...
And then. The summer vacations begun.

An very hard Time for me...

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* i starded colors in the 9. ich Class... I don't really know anymore i'm sorry

At the begining from the 9. class. It was hatd for me...
Ecpecially i ever had to think about my dad...

Months later... My loveley cat sissi died At the 1. of November 2014. i loved her so much. And i Miss her so much now;-;

A.ft.er my cat died my dad beguns to get the chemotherapy...

He... Wasnt home... At ... At... At.... My birthday... Af.ter my Birthday.
We all got the message.... That... The cancer... Didnt gone.
But my dad feeling Better And there was a little hope.

The cancer Go away.
I was happy...
But... One month ago
The cancer come back.
And.... And.... Dad comes home....
Daddy was.... Was... Was ... He was At home...

And i?
I stu.pid little sh.it Girl.... I ... Recived my art more Important .... More.... That.... Daddy....

(I cant continue.... Thats... Too sad... For... Me... But i want to Tell you all... The REASON)

I was Never Long there for dad... Becoused i recived my Art more Important.... Because...
I
Thougt....

Daddy
Will... Survive

I am so fu.cki.ng stupid

Then.... The... 26. of june....
2015

Daddy died....

(I.... I... Am sorry.... I cant...)

I restarded this year the 9. ich classs again ... Voluntary...
Because my old class laughes at my when i'm crying about my dad... They ever give me the fault if something broke... They
I got a new class...

*they shout at me... Because i did every thing wrong... Nobody want to do anymore something with me... Nobody...

That all ... Hurt... And break me...

In my past. I cryed nearly every day... Today... I cant cry.... Anymore.... Eccept maybe 1-5 tears but no more....

I got a new class... But this class... Hated me ... More than the other Class.
So much more...
That hurted more... More... More...
I... I thoungt about... To... Go... From this World...
Forever... Because... I cant anymore...
But... Then... I meet the best Person in the World... My best friend Bella (you maybe have Seen her Galaxy paintings here)

She... Is auch a Great Person.... But her Class hurt her more...

We both are Different... And different... Isnt good today...

Bella... Shes like a später for me... She helped me...

I'm also Thank you to all of you here. Thank you so much. That you Are All here...

To the picture:

The left Dragon with the "O"
Is #Skylate... Or me... Olivia
The dragon behind skylate is #Aragon
Bellas favourite from my characters And skylates best friend.
Skylate is sad
And Aragon want to comfort him...

The 3 crosses are from Daddy, Grandpa, my lovely Cat sissi And my rabbit. The 4 bright stars in the sky Are they as well.

The grey Dragons. At the left side too are good friends, Johannes, Lisa, Chloe And gabi
The translucent dragons in the middle are my brother And my mum... They are every day away from home since dad died... And i'm alone at home...

The black dragons at the left side... Are my old Friends. They neber want to be in a picture with me. There who hurt me so much when i mostly needed them.
There are Alexandra, Stella , Stephanie, Jessica And Sarah

The grey Dragons on the left side are friends with what i havent contact anymore. They're celine, Barbara, Lisa And Franziska.

The words i wrote in the pictures are my thoughts...

(... I... I'm sorry that this is so much to read... And maybe hard to Understand because of my bad english too...
But ... I this ... What i write set me up...
Now i feeling better that i cant tell someone what bothers me all the Time.

Thank you to all woh read this...
Thank you...
And...

I ... Need... Someone to talk with...
Please...
Thank you... For all And everything <3
Only Thank you
Still Thank you...)

I'm so sorry you had to go through all that. But, I'm glad you were able to find some good friends who are looking out for you. And, I really wish I could be more empathectic but our cultures are very different as well as our lives. I can only wish and hope for the very best for you

Wow... Your story has brought me to tears. You have lived such a hard life so far, and it moves me to hear that you are still fighting through it all. Your classes might dislike you, but I know that there is Somebody who loves you. He loves you to the point where he gave his only Son to the world to be sacrificed, so that you can live a brand new life.
I want to share with you the story of Jesus Christ, God's son. When God first made the world, he made humans, which He loved more than any creature. But humans sinned against Him We all sin. Because of that, we are no longer perfect. Nobody can enter Heaven. But God loves us so, so much that he sent his only Son into the world to rescue us. Jesus Christ was born as a human, and He had to suffer the very same things that we do. He was mocked and ridiculed and rejected, just like you. But Jesus never sinned nor hated them, not ever. Finally, the people of the world took Jesus and crucified Him on a cross, even though He was innocent. He felt incredible pain and His blood was shed, and He died. But then, three days later, He came to life again. In that moment, all our sins and mistakes were forgiven. We were made completely new. We are now able to enter Heaven and live for eternal life.
When Jesus shed his blood, He covered up our sins and imperfections, and He gave us the opportunity to start all over. We no longer have to live in pain and loneliness. We can live in the Love of God and be free from the world. And He gives it as a Gift - it's free. The only thing you have to do to receive this Gift is believe that Jesus died for you.
I believe that Jesus died on the cross and rose again, and because of that I live a new life. I don't have to be burdened by the struggles and depression in life, because I can look to Him. He loves me and looks after me, and He loves you too.
I am sorry if my English is hard to read. But I shared this with you because I want you to join me in my celebration, and experience true Love. God loves you deeply, Sekira, and He wants you to accept the New Life that He has offered. You don't have to be alone anymore.

the weak prey on those they can make weaker then themselves. Don't let anyone bother you, and if they do ignore them entirely. Bullies feed off the reactions of their victims.

That was really sad to read, and I'm sorry you went through that. But I really hope things are getting better for you now. You're a great artist and a nice person, you don't deserve to be bullied or any of those other things. Always remember that. :)

This is a beautiful piece of art as well. X)

your story to me, is unlike any other. detailed like an award winning article. thank you for sharing your sad, but inspireing story.
first allow me to adress your crying. from what i understand your crying for the loss of someone or something dear and close to you. this shows that you care quite alot, about quite alot. those who pick on you for crying, dont understand, because they cant. have pity on them,be cause one day, something worse will happen to them, and no one else will understand or care for them.
next, imderstand that losing a family member is a sad time for every one. but id amagine its worse for you, however, though ive never met your family, im sure your dad would not want you to mourn so long for him. instead, he'd probably want to see you carry on as if he is still there. he still wants youmto succeed in life! and if you did it despite these nay sayers fireing rockets at you,that makes it all the more worth it! and finaly, (i mean this only to be kind, im trying

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to help, so please dont be hurt by this) you care almost too much about other peoples opinion on who you are, that you havent defined who you want to be. it apeares to me that your letting other people dictate who you ought to be through hate and coercion. dont limit the definition of 'you' to be what other people think, yoir in charge! so take your life back and dream on!!! life is to short to care that any one thinks negative of you. Hillary Clinton thinks im 'deploreable' because of what i believe, ive gotten into fights on colors for stating outright where i stand, ive garnered a lot of hate, but i dont let it change who i am! and niether should you! your an awesome artist, i can tell by this picture, its a masterpiece! if you believe in you, than others will too.
DREAM ON!!!!
hope i helped
Duke

Dang. I had no idea. Goes to show the somber realization we tend to forget about time and again. I'm devastated just reading your story, but you... you lived it. And yet you survive. You are strong, Sekira. Unbelievably so. To go through so much suffering and yet live on for those you lost. I am in awe of your steadfast soul, and I am torn in half by your sad tale. I wish such things never happened, but the past in unchangeable I suppose. However, this is a wonderful tribute to everything you've endured, those you lost, and more. I admire your bravery and strength, Sekira. Truly, your art, your story... each are incredibly inspirational. I wish I could reach out and give you a reassuring hug, but this limited web interaction prevents it. Silly internet.

Sekira. You have my respect, my condolences, and I will offer up a prayer for you. Your spirit has suffered, but you are still here. Pieces of your life have been torn away, yet still you fight on. You are incredible, Sekira. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

P.S. - I lost my grandma to cancer January, 2016. It was as if a hole was torn in my heart when she died. I remember sending a final message to her - she was in another country for medical reasons - and I remember when I was told the news. It was a sad moment, but she had lived a full life. I'm grateful for the time I got to spend with her, but I still miss her quite a bit. I can't imagine what it would be like to lose a father. I don't know if I could cope. But you have, Sekira. You have shown you are strong; you are amazing. Just know we're all here for you. Me, and lots more. We won't let you fight this grief alone. You've fought valiantly up to now, but know that you'll always have another shoulder to cry on.

Reply: Great! ^.^
To recieve your kyter please draw either one of mine. #Kiite or #Sodoma. Please include shading and some sort of background elements.
After that I'll take your specifics for your kyter!

This was really sad to read and I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this throughout your life. I can understand you to an extent but I can only hope things become brighter for you in the end.

Oh and I finished your request, I'm hoping you'll like it.

Re: Thank you I'm so glad you like it! I really enjoyed drawing Skylate!

Deine Geschichte erinnert mich sehr stark an meine eigene ... Ich habe Menschen und Tiere verloren, die ich geliebt habe und bis heute habe ich nur einen wirklichen Freund, der mich akzeptiert wie ich bin ... Ich habe eine Narbe knapp über dem Auge weil ich in der Grundschule mit Steinen beworfen wurde, sodass ich ab einem gewissen punk Tiere und Pflanzen mehr geschätzt habe als Menschen (die waren wenigstens nicht gemein zu mir). Als ich die chance hatte, meinen Opa zum letzten mal zu sehen habe ich lieber Videospiele gespielt und gesagt ich würde ihn besuchen, wenn er aus dem Krankenhaus wieder Zuhause ist.
Es gibt Nächte, in denen ich mich in die Arme von meinem Freund kuschele und heule wie ein Baby, weil ich an all die denken muss, die ich verloren habe. Aber am nächsten Morgen geht das Leben weiter ... ich bin trotz allem glücklich. Und ich hoffe- nein ich bin mir sicher! dass du auch deine Freude an deinem Leben wiederfinden wirst. Gib nicht auf! c:

(ps. ich bin 1994 geboren also auch schon eine Weile aus der Schule raus. Uni ist tausendmal besser, was die soziale Umgebung angeht!)