Dear bully,
Today I stayed in my room after school. I picked up a knife and held it to my wrist. I don't want to live anymore. I hope I'm not a cowered.
I wrote a small note saying goodbye to my foster parents. They were nice to me. I can only take so much. Now I've had enough.
I'm only human.
You walked and and stood shocked. You said this, "Please don't." I set the knife down and felt on the ground crying.
You pulled me on your lap and hugged me as I cried. Will I ever get a break ?
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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 ?
