Letters To My Bully

Letter 10

Dear Bully,

True to their words, it was a living hell. One of your hoes shoved me against the wall the moment I stepped foot in the gym. Alexa was there to help me regain my balance, thankfully. I should have seen that coming.

I smile at Alexa, indicating a thanks. She smiles back.

I wanted a drink. The fruit punch looked inviting. Your friend tripped me straight in the fruit punch bowl.

Alexa wasn't here this time to save me because she went to dance with this guy from her biology class, Eddy.

I told myself I wouldn't cry but the dress looked like a mess. The stain didn't look like it would come off so soon. It hurt more because it was my momma's gift.

I ran to the bathroom hoping that I could get away from this mess for a few minutes. I was dead wrong.

A group of girls were waiting outside when I left the stall, wiping my tears. They laughed when they saw what mess I was.

They pushed me back into the stall. I couldn't tell for help..because I couldn't. Times like this, I really hated myself. They pushed my head into the toilet, slamming my head around the rim.

I felt warm liquid crawl down my head.

I groan in pain. I tried to escape. One of them held my hand behind my back. She tied it with some kind of rope.

They planned this.

They held me in the water for what felt like hours. They raised my head once only to push me back before I could even breathe.

I started seeing dots. I wasn't getting enough oxygen to my brain. Soon darkness engulfed me.

Love,
Ashton