Dear Bully,
Days have went by since we both got sent to the principles office. It's cold in the house tonight. My body is shivering. Even through the coldness it doesn't take long before I slowly begin to doze off. My eyes slam shut and in an instant, my nightmares appear.
"I don't want anything to do with you or your worthless child." My father screams at my mother through gritted teeth. "You think I want her? I tried to get rid of her, but thanks to you blowing all our fucking money, she's here!" My mother pointed my direction and me being only the age of 3 just sat there staring at the both of them. In rage, my father grabbed me by the arms and dangled me by my limbs, "You want to get rid of her? I can do that." Before I knew it, I was thrown against the wall near me and I instantly began crying. "Great, real fucking great Tony. Now she's going to cry all god damn night!" My mother then walked over to me and started shaking me, "Shut the fuck up." With an emphasis on every word. My father pushed her to the floor, "This is how you make the bitch shut up." He then slammed his fist into my face and everything went black.
I woke up. I can never get these nightmares to go away. Then again, I live a new nightmare every day.
Sincerely,
Christiana
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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...
