People often say that "words don't hurt"

I wasn't the strongest child mentally, I wouldn't have been able to stand up for myself for the life of me. I had a bully in 1st grade who would only pick on me, physically pinching me in secret to the point where I'd bleed, leaving me going home with strange cuts. I remember every time my mom saw them and asked what had happened and I'd just lie and say that I fell or something. And that was mostly because she kept threatening me that if I told anyone about what she was doing, that she would hurt me and my family. So I kept quiet for a long time. The only way anyone found out was when one girl from my class saw us at recess and what she was doing and she told my teacher who was on recess duty. When my parents found out, they were actually pretty mad that I didn't tell them sooner and I remember my dad was yelling at me but gave me comfort in the end. It was a long time ago but it's kind of crazy how I still remember it really well and I forgive her because, like I said, it was 1st grade. I won't be like some people who bring up dark pasts of people from when they were really young and let it ruin their lives as teenagers/adults. They had us change classes and I stayed in that town for about another year and then we moved to another town about 30 minutes away and I went to another set of schools from 2014 to now, so I never really saw her again.

Everything was great and I made a lot of friends and I was slowly but surely healing being around the right people. 6th grade came and I had this really toxic friend who was yelling at me all the time, pointing out everything that made me "me" and making me "fix" them as if they were flaws and not letting me speak my mind most of the time. She blamed it on everything that was going on at home and once I heard it, I felt bad so I brushed it aside. I wanted to give her support, I really did but we only had a few moments where I could feel comfortable around her and it typically didn't last long. I spent my whole year spending every school day with her but I secretly hoped she would move like she said she was probably going to because I just saw her controlling my life if she stayed. She moved but I still miss her...she was loving sometimes but a lot of the times, she was pretty controlling and angry all the time. I saw her about a year later in the summer when she invited me to her birthday party and we were actually both pretty glad to see each other and she seemed to be doing a lot better. But that was actually the last time I saw her in person, unfortunately. I miss her but she didn't always make me feel happy.