Before the Frozen Horror...

Entry #2

~September 9th~
  Dear Journal, I forgot to write to you yesterday, I'm sorry for that...
  But anyway, to sum it up, the last two days have been hell. He pushed me into the lockers during every passing period, I have almost EVERY class with him except for art. And even then he's right across the hall. He pushes me down during PE, people always see him but he never gets caught... I have scrapes and bruises, I just told people that they were from dodge ball or that I was clumsy, but they all knew the real reason. I got a B on a test yesterday, my mom was mad. She sent me to my room without dinner, not that it matters, I barely eat anyway.
  So I went to my room and I went on my computer. I went on YouTube and watched Mark, Felix, and Jack. But they didn't help much. So I went on Wattpad and read a few "Dear Bully" stories, making myself feel like crap because they have it worse than I do and I still do this shiz to myself.
  But it's my fault, right? I'm not pretty enough, I'm not popular enough, I don't have any guts... It's my fault.
  He sure seems to make me feel that way. Today he grabbed me after school when I was walking home. He grabbed me by my arms and twisted me so that I was facing him. He practically spat in my face calling me worthless, fat, ugly, stupid. Then he threw me on the ground and kneeled beside me. Then he whispered in my ear telling me how much of a scum of the earth I was. I didn't get up until he walked away, or I knew that he would do more. When I got up, I ran home. I ran up to my room and locked anyone out. Mom's car wasn't there, still isn't. She's probably out on business. And I still have a small amount of blood on my wrists, but most of it has dried.

It's 01:32, I think I should get to sleep now. I'll write to you tomorrow, or should I say later today. Goodnight Journal. Thanks for listening.