Can you stop messing with me!? IT FUCKING HURTS! Do you know how it feels to walk into school in the morning and see you arrived earlier than me so you can pick on me? And then throughout the day, your friends start shoving me to the ground and calling me names like, "Whore!" Plus, the popular shits started coming up to me and doing the exact same thing except worse! Rebecca has been punching me in the gut and her cronies kicking me and slapping me! Why me!?
Can you please stop it?? Please!?
Message sent at 11:23 am.
"Delete message!" I whispered to Siri quietly.
"Oh Georgia, won't you come out of that wretched stall now?" Rebecca's flat voice sang through the bathroom. I curled up farther onto the toilet lid, tears leaking down my face as I sat there, clutching my phone to my chest. I hear pounding on the stall door and I shrank back farther, letting out a tiny shriek. Suddenly, the stall unlocks and Rebecca stands on the other side, her hands on her hips with a malicious smile plastered on her face. "There you are you little pig! It's time to come out!" Rebecca sneers as she grabs me by the hair and yanks me out, throwing me onto the floor and kicking my back and her cronies slapping me in the face and punching me in the shoulder and head.
"Stop it, please!" I scream with tears pouring down my face faster and faster. I coughed up a bit of blood as Rebecca kicked my back twice as hard. I lay there on the floor, my whole body started to become numb with pain. The beating lasted for five more minutes, more blood and more bruises turning up on my skin and coming out of my mouth and wounds. Why me? I think.
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50 Ways To Forget You
Short StoryHe broke up with her over text. She sobbed her eyes out. She thinks it's time to let him go. But she wants him to know but also doesn't. So she deletes them. But what she doesn't know, Is he sees them before she deletes them. So is it really time to...
