Dear bully,
last night you came in my room through the window again.
You saw me cutting.
You stopped me.
You were angry, you yelled. At me and asked why I was doing this to myself. Why I was starving myself.
I slowly answered "because of you"
You started crying.
But why?
You are the bully, I am the victim.
I should be crying.
Not you.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully
Teen FictionFinely moves to a new school. She initial thought "new school, new me" she was wrong. Little did she know what was waiting for her in the future. There awaiting her are good and bad days. Please read at your own risk. trigger warning
