Dear Bully,
Your mothers funeral was a week later.
I went.
For you.
You said you had never seen your father cry.
Not until then.
I found myself wishing I could take away the pain.
That with a snap of my fingers,
Everything would be fine.
And as I watched you fall to the ground in tears,
I knew I couldn't do it.
A slow eternity went past as you said your goodbyes.
Stopping to cry every once in a while,
As the crowd watched in pity.
The heartbreaking story of when
She taught you to ride a bike.
When she would read you bedtime story's when you were young
And kiss your forehead before you fell asleep.
When you ran out of story's,
You stood next to me.
I snapped my fingers to see if it would actually work.
I didn't.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully
Teen FictionShe knows who she is. The schools freak. The girl who everyone hates. "Dear Bully" is a story consisted of letters Jesse Sanners writes to her bully as she deals with unimaginable pain and insecurity. Jesse. The loser. The freak. The survivor. Cover...
