Dear bullies,
I gripped the knife in my hand and rocked back in forth. Do I want this ? Than I saw the scars on my wrist.
Some from you and most from me. I pointed the knife to my wrist. I'm so done.
Done with this. The pain...tears.. I'm done with this life.
I pushed the knife down and winced. It was barley in my skin before the bathroom door had a knock." You okay Hun ?" My foster mom asked.
Good thing I locked the door." No. I'm not. I'm done. Done with this life...goodbye." I whispered. She heard. She started to scream and cry.
She busted to door open as some of my blood filled the tub. I started to panic." No !! No !! I wanna die. I wanna die ! Let me die." I screamed as she yanked the knife away.
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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 ?
