Dear bully,
Today I went to my bathroom and took off my jeans. I grabbed my blade and began to cut but, you opened the bathroom door.
Your eyes widened as you saw all the cuts covering my thighs. You pulled me in a hug and sat on the bathroom floor holding me.
I cried. I hate me. You can't change that now.
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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 ?
