Today
I'm done,
Today, it's going to end.
I have been holding on for too long and I have had enough.
Today I will be that strong girl, today I will be that girl that can do something.
Today i will die.
I go to school as usual and see those boys that always bully me. I walk up to them and punch one square in the jaw. He turns to me, slowely, with a dark glare on his bleeding face. "I think we need to have a talk in the school garden now don't you think Char?" He asks calmy, on which I nod my head, no fear evident on my face.
He drags me to the big oak tree and throws me against it. Yes, it's starting!
"Is that a new fat roll that I see there? It's beautiful!"
*punch*
"How did you get it?"
*punch*
"Was it the pizza?"
*punch*
"Or the doughnut?"
And with one last punch, I'm out. That was it then, am I finally dead?
But no, I celebrated too early and I wake up once more. "Don't you think that this is possible Char?" He asks. I had no clue what he was on about because I almost passed out again and missed a bit of his rambling but I nod my head anyways.
He shoves his hand in his backpocket and takes out a key.
A key?
Without any warning he smashes the key into my thigh. "Lets see if the fat will poor out." He smirks and pushes the key down once more. I gasp and I was about to scream when he punches me another time and this time really knocks me out.
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We Can Be Perfect Too
Spiritualejust a small story, driven by my emotions at the moment.