Dear bully,
Adventually I couldn't feel anything any more. Not the throbbing pain in my head. Not your hand in myn. I couldn't even hear anything.
I couldn't feel the pain. The hurt The anger. The sadness, shame, guilt. I couldn't feel it anymore.
For the first time I a long time..I felt truly free. Free from all the chains that seemed to hold me down. I could tell this was the last time I would have to hold a knife to my throat or a gun to my head.
Goodbye bully. Goodbye.
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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 ?
