Your looking better.
I'm not sure how to react around you though.
I've baby proofed everything in my house just incase.
You started eating a little bit. And by a little bit, I mean barely a piece of bread.
I need you to eat. Not want, no, I need you to cooperate and eat.
I don't like seing you destroy yourself.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Bully,
Short StoryWhat did I do? It hurts. What did I do to deserve so much pain? °°°