Bystander,
I told you where to find me
and you ran away from home
you climbed into my window
into my room where I was locked up
and we talked
I noticed your bruise
you said it was from your parents
we are the same
we talked
about happy things
about sad things
we loved each other
about happy things
about sad things
we kissed each other
about happy things
about sad things
and for love
I never want to let go of you
My supporter
YOU ARE READING
The Notes
Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
