The Mind of a Bully

Chapter 1

A/N- Hiiiiiiiiii! It's Kyler and I hope that you enjoy this book! Please don't take this book as a joke because it is a serious matter. We hope not to offend anyone. Bye! 😋

Bullying. It's something that everyone fears. You might deny it and say that you're strong, but you know it hurts. At some point, it's going to hurt.

Pain. Pain causes suffering. No one wants to suffer.

Depression. Depression is something that most kids deal with who have to suffer, which causes pain, which leads to depression, because someone is bullying them.

Self harm. Bullies make  victims feel worthless, which causes them to do bad things. Cutting, bulimia, anorexia.... Death.

Sadly, a lot of people commit suicide in ways that, are too unbearable to talk about. Bully. The person that causes the bullying, pain, suffering, depression, self harm, and death.

I am that bully.

And this is my story.

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"Please stop!" Olivia screamed.

I was doing my daily routine of pinning her against the lockers. "No." I growled.
She started crying.

"Why do you hate me so much?" She whispered.

"Because you're stupid, fat, and ugly." I laughed. Truth be told, Olivia actually wasn't stupid, fat, or ugly. She got Straight A's, she has a slim and curvy figure, and she had dark brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was perfect. And I'm in love with her.

Why I bully her? I don't even know. I can't control myself, I just let my anger get the best of me. "That's not true." She sobbed.

I slapped her. "Yes it is. You're lucky Victoria isn't here." I said. Victoria is my trashy girlfriend. She's my cover. To hide my feelings for Olivia.

"God, please, no." She begged.

I laughed. "Don't worry, I won't today." I said, letting her go.

"Thank you-"

"But next time you won't be so lucky."
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I walked inside my house, and plopped my backpack on the couch. "Zachary?" I heard a weak voice call out.

I sighed and slowly crept up the stairs. I walked into the master bedroom. "Yeah, mom?" I asked.

"I-I need you to help me get up, it's time for chemo." She whispered.

Let me explain, my mom, Rachel, has breast cancer. She's had it for five years now.
As the days, went on, she's gotten  more and more weaker. She's still holding on though.
I walked over to my mother and helped her out of bed. "It'll be okay mom." I whispered.
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After I helped my mom get out of bed, and ready. We walked to my car and I sat her in, gently. I got into the car, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway.

We rode in silence before my mother said something that almost made me swerve off the road. "I don't think I can hold on anymore, Zachary." She said faintly.

"Mom." I said sternly, grabbing her hand and squeezing it lightly. "You'll be okay."

"I've struggled with this for five years." She hissed.

"It'll be okay" I kept repeating, trying to reassure her.

Or was I just trying to reassure myself?