Dear bully,
I saw you at school and you gave me a hug. In private because you couldn't risk anyone seeing you hug the mistake girl. But I didn't want it. I pushed you away. So hard you fell to the ground. I cried and cried. In your arms to make it worse.
You saw the cuts. And rubbed them. I looked away. And walked back.
You asked me why?
I could feel the hurt, the anger, the tears I cried for days and nights, the pain, the punches, the hateful words, the name calling, all came up through my words. I yelled at you,punched you,screamed at you. I hated you. Hate was all I had left.
All because of you.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the bully across the street
Teen FictionWhy are people always bullying? Why does making another person hurt make you feel better? Well this is a story about a bully and a lost girl but in letters. Her life is something you wouldn't expect.
