Dear My Love,
I wish you knew I loved you, but if you knew you would do even worse then you have been doing since 3rd grade. I just realized how much I have fallen. In love. I love your smile when you're talking with your friends, your perfect dark brown hair, your steel blue eyes that seem to lighten up every time you smile, how I wish you would smile the same to me...
I always dreamed of us becoming a couple, I always dreamed of us holding hands, smiling, and kissing.
But that's not reality, reality is you pushing me, kicking me, punching me, making jokes about my weight, my hair, my eyes, my smile, my laugh, my outfit,and how much I relate to trash. You tell me no one would love me, no one would care if I died, or got kidnapped. You told me I was a waste of space and that I shouldn't even try to look pretty, or funny.
I could never tell you why I wear make-up, or that I wear long sleeves during the summer. I've never told you, in fact you probably wouldn't even care, but I don't mind. You see I have decided my future. I'm not going to tell you yet, but you'll know it by the end of this letter, my love letter, my only letter to you.
I will start back to the beginning.
YOU ARE READING
Why Is It Me?
Short StoryA lonely girl that goes by the name Christine Hipty, is bullied, abused and well a very sweet, loving person. She is going through the trouble of hiding her bruises and scars from the one she loves the most. The bully himself, Andy Gavner.
