He hits you like you are a punching bag
He yells at you like you did something wrong.
He mocks you like you have no feelings..
He makes fun of you like you were a dumb joke.
You call the cops again
Just adding to the files.
Finally. Finally he's charged with harassment.
He's mad. Completely enraged
You have to hide while at school
Knowing that he is waiting for you.
When he spots you, you jet.
He catches you and beats you so savagely.
You are barely breathing.
He yells "It’s your fault you snitch, you deserve this, change your ways or go away.”
When you get home you hug your mom and tell her you love her.
The tears running down your face.
You go to your room and shut the door.
Taking a deep breath you find a belt and a chair.
Before you do that you write a note saying.
“I can’t change, I deserved this I have to go now.”
After your gone, your mom calls for you.
You don’t answer.
She comes up to get you.
She sees you hanging there with a distant look on your face.
With the note in your hand.
Your memorial service was today.
Your mom cried and hugged your note.
Your bully was there.
He looked conscious-stricken
He went home.
The look of remorse written on his face.
His eyes held pain.
Held sorrow.
Climbing the stairs.
He shuts the door.
He writes a note saying, “What have I done.”
Then
He. Is. Gone.
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The Complexity Within
Short StoryThese are a series of short stories and poems I wrote in my creative writing class. As an assignment I'm suppose to post these and get criticism from people out in the world. Read and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and hoped for.
