Half of me is disgusted.
How can you expect to get away with treating someone like crap for an entire year with sorry?
You were even too cowardly to say it to my face.
What you did was wrong. Whether you realized that or not is beyond me.
The other half cried.
I don't know if you meant it.
I don't know when you sent it... I guess it could have been from right at the beginning of the year, after only a bit of ignoring and a few names. Before the Hell you caused. Before the rumors. Before you took my friends away from me. Before you made me cry. Before I was sick. Before I just wanted to get away from you, whatever it took. Before the voices in my head. Before the bleeding. Or on the day you left, after it all.
I don't know if you put it in my bag, or if you got someone else to do it for you. I know you to be cowardly like that. It's just a note.
I don't know why you bothered. The damage is done. Though somehow it did make a difference. I'll let you have that as a parting gift, though I owe you nothing.
I won't forget what you did. I won't forget how you made me feel.
In the end, all I can wish for is that somehow I'll heal from it.
Even if it's just a little.
I know I'll need help, but I know where to find it now.
Or I think I do at least, but that's enough.
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Because You'll Never Read These
Short StoryA collection of short messages from a victim to a bully telling a story in chronological order like most on Wattpad. Loosely based on a true story... I changed some parts, added in some parts. May feature sensitive certain topics such as...
