Dear bully,
I went home and you kept calling me. You knew what I was planning . And my mother wasn't home so you asked to come over I said no. You showed up anyway.
But the door was locked.
As I could hear you scream my name and yell and punch the front door, I grabbed the sharpener and cut one last time. And all I could see was you rush to my side and go black.
I was in the hospital. I survived.
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!!! I didn't want to live!! I want to die!!! How could this happen??
You were by my side and so was my parents. They were crying. Thinking what have they done that would make me kill myself.
But oh my lovely parents it wasn't you. You couldn't have done anything to stop it.
I told them I wouldn't do that again. And I was sorry.
But as soon as they were not at home I wasn't going to live this time.
YOU ARE READING
Letters to the bully across the street
Novela JuvenilWhy 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.
