fiona's house was relatively big.
he was seated at the dining table, across from her mother who had a smile on her face.
no one was really eating, just making conversations and fiona kept stealing glances at him.
he kept stealing glances at the photo of a teenage boy that was placed atop a mantle. the boy was standing next to fiona.
he leaned in gently, "who's that?"
it took fiona awhile to answer, a slight look of pain playing on her face.
"my brother"
he was surprised. he never knew fiona had another sibling.
"where is he?"
she closed her eyes for a moment and then she opened them, "he killed himself"
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Bully
Short Storywhen you see things from the bully's point of view. lowercase intended.
