Dear bully,
I pulled the gun as hard as I could. I heard a loud noise go off and I fell in the ground.
The last thing I saw was you holding the gun to your head. You pulled the trigger and fell on the floor next to me.
I felt your trembling hand meet myn and we held each other's hands as my head throbbed with pain.
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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 ?
