Dear victim,
When I saw you laying on the floor it scared me. Your lips were purple. Skin pail. Blood covered your white blouse and black skirt for school.
I'm sorry I broke you. I'm sorry I hurt you. Theirs nothing I can say now. Panic flushed through me.
I kneeled down and cried pulling you into my arms. I called the police. I held you and rocked you as I cried.
It's to late now. I did this to you. I can't live with myself.
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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 ?
