I was walking down the hallway today in school and I felt someone grab and pull me into a empty classroom.
It was you and your friend Dylan.
I was scared, I was terrified what you and Dylan were going to do to me.
You slammed me to the floor and kicked me repeatedly in my stomach, while Dylan help my arms down from hitting.
I was more terrified when you left me and Dylan in the classroom.
He grabbed me and whispered in my ear and said, "I'll make it feel better." Then he kissed me.
I wanted to throw up in disgust. I screamed for someone to help me. I screamed for you.
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Scars #Wattys2017
Teen FictionYou watched me walk down the hallway, limping from yesterday's beating. You smirked at me watching me struggle. Me struggling gives you strength and it gives me weakness. You don't know the scars you give me. You don't know the scars I give to my se...
