Dear bully,
When I got home that evening, I cut my wrists.
My mom wasn't home, and on those nights, you would come to beat me.
I took the first pill.
Then I slit my wrists some more.
You kicked the door down.
You saw the helpless little slut on the floor, unconscious.
I'm surprised you called the ambulance.
You told me you liked me.
You liar.
Sincerely, Hannah
