Back to her POV btw:
Things got worse.
His "friends" still hit me.
They told me
that this was a dare.
That he could never
ever love me.
That I was worthless
and I didn't deserve him.
They were right.
I don't deserve him.
He's the best thing in my life.
I love him so much.
Too much for words to comprehend.
But maybe
he doesn't feel the same way.
I heard
bleach sells for two dollars
at safeway...
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Bleeding
Teen FictionYou punch me. You hit me. You laugh at me. You call me a bitch. You say i'm a slut . You tell everyone i'm fat. You smile when I cry. And yet, I can see it in your face. You don't want to hit me. You don't want to punch me. You don't want to laugh a...
