Letters to the bully across the street

Letter eight

Dear bully,

Remember that one person I saw yah she told the whole school I was at your house.

You denied it and showed me you never meant anything you did yesterday.

No one believed you and they said if you aren't lying then beat me up.

You looked at me with sadness in you eyes but I didn't care. I gave you permission. I never thought you would help me again. Or even cared about me. It was all a game.

So everyone watched while you beat me up.

Hit after hit after hit. It was like you were trying to get all the hurt and anger out. But on me.

And after every hit everyone applaud you. They yelled your name like you won a championship.

So I knew what I was meant to you and everyone else.

So with a broken nose and fractured rib and sprained arm and broken leg and bleeding lip and black eye, i stared at you. While everyone said look at your masterpiece, you couldn't. I understood why you did that.

And I never forgave you.