Dear Bully,
I heard someone ask what was that, you told them not to be a little bitch. That it was probably just a limb falling from the tree. I let out my breath. I heard them start to walk away. It had been minutes and i had yet to hear anything. I began to think you all had left. But as i started to move a little, i felt a hand grab me. It was you. You grabbed me and pulled me close to you. You asked me why i had followed you and i told you i was just bored. Not liking that answer, you picked me up and pinned me against the tree. You told me you would only ask one more time, why did i follow you. I began to studder. I didn't know why i followed you. I just did. You pulled me a little bit away from the tree before slamming me back down on it. It hurt. You then tilted your head slowly before speaking. You smirked before asking me what i had told you would happen if my mom came around your dad again. Your hand went straight into your pocket. I began to scream I'm sorry over and over again. You threw me on the ground and i picked myself back up again. But not fast enough. You picked me back up and threw me harder against the ground. I yelled out in pain. You bent down next to me and put one arm over my hands and then held the knife at my throat. I screamed I'm sorry once more. Eventually, my voice began to give out. I quit screaming and just looked up at you. You narrowed your eyes at me before bending down closer to my face. You whispered harshly that you hated me. And that you always would. A part of me broke. Because no matter how much I wanted to hate you back, I still wanted to love you even more.
Sincerely,
Christiana
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Dear Bully
General FictionChristiana gets bullied everyday, not to mention the abuse she goes through at home. Things begin to hit rock bottom all at once and it slowly becomes to much for Christiana to handle. While in the mix of emotions, Christiana begins to notice someth...
