Dear Bully,
I don't hate you. I never did. I deserve this. I deserve to feel this way.
It's all my fault. Why do I carry around this disease. Of course you guy don't want to get it too.
Dad furious when I walked home in the rain with two badly bruised hands. I couldn't even tell him what happened. My hands were useless.
I was bleeding from everywhere and eyes where bloodshot.
I know your girlfriend broke my wrist
Dad didn't want to buy me a cast.
That's okay though. I don't blame him.
Love,
Ashton
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Letters To My Bully
Short StoryShe left behind a book. Each pages filled with sorrow, tears, depression, and hurt. Read the pages and relive the moments of Ashton Maria.
