Dear Bully,

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Dear Sean,

   It was now the 5 week of school.
Today you and your girlfriend took me in a closet and started hurting and torching me.

You said in my face that my mother died because I'm too fat and ugly
That really hurts
My mom said I was pretty but I guess she was wrong.
After you hurted me, your girlfriend took out a knife.

You were telling her that, that was too much
But she didn't listen
She told you to hold me back

I couldnt fight back because my body was in too much pain and my cries stopped because I don't have any more tears to waste
I just sat there and waited what was going to happen to me

Your girlfriend pulled up my shirt and look at it with disgust
I would too
You tried looking at stomach but you couldn't

She started poking my belly with the knife and telling my I should lose weight
She cut me with the knife and I was familiar with the feeling of being cut so it didn't hurt that much

She made lines of cuts on my stomach
She than took my wrist and told me that I should start cutting
Should I?
She put a cut on my wrist and it felt kind of nice and relaxing

She screamed at me because I wasn't screaming or crying in pain
I was used to this feeling so what's the point of crying if your used to the feeling

Your girlfriend was getting really angry
She was going to stab me but you let me go and grabbed her before she could do anything
Before you left the room you looked at me with something in your eyes but I couldn't tell what it was

I lay there on the cold floor weak and lifeless
I couldn't feel my legs

I just lay there for another hour

I finnaly got the strength to get up and walk

I dragged my self all the way home bleeding
I saw a car that look like yours drive and stalk me all the way to my house

I think I lost a lot of blood
Don't worry I have enough of blood to write
Even though my hands are shaking violently

It looks like I'm not going to school tomorrow

And I promise you that I will not eat because I'm too fat and ugly

From, Ivy