Dear bully, I Hate You

Chapter 8.

        Dear bully,

         I wore a dress today. A colorful floral dress. I think I look cute. I let my hair down. I'm feeling beautiful. It's my seventeenth birthday.

One can only be seventeen once. My mother kissed me cheek today. She hardly ever hugs much less kisses me. She use to say I look too much like my father. She hated my drunkard of a father. The last time I saw him was when I was six years old and she kicked him out that night. I don't know if he's alive or dead. No one does. He just vanished. Never to be seen again.

I was happy today.

Very happy.

Because later today my cousins were coming over.

They came to visit me on every birthday.

But you couldn't see me happy.

My being happy seem to have cause you pain. You sat there behind gloating as I write with my sparkly pink-inked pen, my mother gave it to me that morning. It was all she could afford.

Your fists clutched and unclutched as I hummed to myself, totally unaware of the darkness growing behind me.

Our teacher left class for a minute.

Just a minute.

But a minute was all you needed.

To snatch my pen and snapped it.

You smirked, clearly proud at what you've done.

At the pain you've caused.

As you watch my eyes widen and fill with unshed tears. As I bit my lips so I don't sob aloud. And I clutched my fists.

I wanted to hit you so bad.

To beat your face in with just my fist.

And then as you crawled away

I wanted to pick up our teacher's type-writer and beat the life out of you.

Literally.

All because you ruined my day.

I was going to turn our life in a horror movie.

Everyone would have watch me commited murder.

But in a second.

Just a second.

A second that possible changed our bloody future.

A future where I would be behind bars and you in a grave with your parents tears damping the dry clay.

Our teacher walked back in.

And my fist unclutched.

And I took a deep breath and release it.

There is a darkness inside me.

An evil darkness.

You wouldn't bully me.

If you knew...

The the very bad things this darkness makes me want to do

Mostly which includes you.

No,

You'd run away as far as you can.

You'd never look back.

You wouldn't trip me in the halls.

You wouldn't call me names.

You wouldn't start rumors.

You wouldn't let you girl friend beat me up.

You wouldn't beat me up.

You wouldn't shit talk my mother.

You would have stuck a 'Squeeze me' sticky paper on my butt.

You wouldn't chase me in your expensive car with your friends.

You wouldn't take my bike.

You wouldn't have started that garbage-throwing competition.

You wouldn't destroy my stuff.

You wouldn't have made my life a living hell.

No, bully, if you knew.

Of my deadly hate for you.

Of this sinister darkness within me.

You would forget I exist.

I would just be another person you never miss.