Letter #15

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Dear victim,

Tomorrow is the day that you die. I couldn't bring myself to go back to your mom and back to you.
So I went home, which at the time seemed like the lesser of two evils. But when I got there my dad waiting for me.
I let him beat me senseless, I took every hit and every kick and now I know that this is the life I deserve.
I used to make excuses for myself, that Im this way because of what my father does to me but I think im staring to realize it's the other way around.
Im a terrible human being and I deserve the worst this world has to offer.
In the morning I'll scrape myself off of the floor and come and see you before you go but right now the cool tile feels so inviting.

Wait for me
Sincerely, your bully

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