Dear bully,
Whatever was bothering you yesterday, had clearly disappeared today. Your friends were back, and so was the bullying.
You dragged me to the corner with such force, I thought the cuts on my arms were going to split open. You seemed to notice the pain you were causing just by your hand on my wrist.
You stopped.
Confusion was written all over your face, as you slowly lifted up my sleeves.
Didn't you expect me to use the blades? That's what you wanted, right?
I know one thing: it's what I wanted.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully,
Random***COMPLETED*** A story of a bullied girl, who writes letters to her bully, but never sends them.
