Third persons POV
She ran inside, got her phone out, and she at there. No one loves me she sobbed. No one at all. She txted her friend and said goodbye. She said she needed to leave for good for the best. She ran into the kitchen and brought out knives. She cut deeper and deeper each time, the more she cut the more she cried the more she cried the more she cut, she cut until she thought she was dead, but she woke up in hospital.
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Dear Bully
Teen FictionDear bully, Why do you make my life a living hell,? Why do you hate me? Yours sincerely Victim Thanks for reading do you think we could make it to 1K reads that would be awesome and mean the world to me thanks for reading.
