He layed the last letter in the box and left it on her mothers doorstep. Without looking back he ran. Ignoring the cold icy air biting at his cheeks, he ran.
Making it to the bridge his climbed the railing and stood tall, his arms spread wide he let the wind sway him.
He wouldn't be coward for this, not again.
The wind pushed him further, almost teetering him over.
He flinched back, quickly clinging to the beam next to him. Tears ran down his face and he sobbed. He screamed into the darkness. Clutching onto the bridge completely terrified.
Below him was nothing but inky darkness.
It was freezing cold tonight, it had rained all day and the night was freezing over. The bully clung tighter just for a moment before remembering, her bravery, her light, her beauty. All the things he so selfishly took from her.
He held on for just a moment longer.
And then he felt it, he knew what he had to do.
He held on just for a moment and he felt the fear leave his body and he was sure.
He let go and took a step forward, the bully was at the mercy of the wind, and he didn't but up a fight.
The wind took him and he was gone...
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Dear Victim
Cerita PendekThis is the second book to, Dear Bully. It reveals the names of the characters and will go more into depth of their lives than the first book. But it is basically when the bully causes his victim to attempt suicide she goes into a coma and he writes...
