Dear bullies,
I met you all at the basement. You pushed me on the floor and held me down as you punched me. I held my hands I front of my face and my sleeve slid up.
You smiled a bit when you saw my scabs. You pulled out a blade and slid it down my wrist making lines. Than you let your friends have a turn.
I let the tears slide down my face. I bared through the pain as I begged you to stop.
You didn't. None of you did. Thanks again..
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Short StoryAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
