Letters To My Bully

Letter 30

Dear Bully,

I spent the lunch period in an empty classroom. I didn't want to have an encounter with you. You will probably call me a fat whore if you saw me with a tray of food.

Obviously my plan didn't work out. You followed me into the classroom. Then you locked the door.

I'm scared of you. I whimper.

You just sit down next to me.

"You should eat." you whisper.

I shake my head.

I lost 30 pounds so far. I still have a long way to go. I'm 110 right now.

"You will die. You have to."

I look down and shake my head again.

You sigh. Then you take my once broken hand in you lap. I shiver. I feel tears burning up. Please don't hurt me.

You slowly trace you finger up and down my hand.

"I'm sorry.." With that, your gone.

Love,
Ashton