Bullies POV:
I get home and see my computer lighting up with a notification, I quickly log on and see that a video had been posted by my victim.
I shakily click on it. When it's done loading I realize what it is.... it's a suicide video.
I grab my keys not even caring to finish the video, I rush out the door and get into my car speeding down the road to her house.
When I get there I don't even bother to grab my keys. I get to the door and pound on it. After no reply. I kick it in then run up the stairs to her room.
I look around and don't see her. My eyes rest on The bathroom door. I gulp and make my way over to it slowly. I open the door and a sob rips through my body at what I see.
There she lays floating in the tub of water mingled With her own blood, her eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling.
Sobs rack through my body. What have I done... I really did love her....
I just couldn't stand the way people looked at me. I don't know how she did it. I was a coward and I left her so I wouldn't be bullied. I should have protected her. I knew something was wrong when she didn't come to school for the week...
In a daze I'm able to call the police and her parents.
I sit on her bed looking around her room for the first time. My eyes settle on a box with my name on it.
With shaky legs I get up and walk over to it. I slowly open it to see different letters all addressees to me, her Bully.
I hug the box to myself as I feel my lip quiver. I fall to the ground hugging the box and my knees to myself.
I hear myself crying but it sounds so distant.
That's how they find me. Her bully crying over her death. Sobbing on the floor clutching the box in a death grip.I will never be able to change what I've done. She's gone.
"We've got a pulse!" I hears someone say distantly before I black out....
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Dear Bully (complete)
Short StoryThis is a book where a victim writes letters to her bully.