bully

chapter 1

Hahahaha. Your a wimp. You cant even lift your little sister. Im pretty sure you cant even lift up a toy car. You'll never find a girlfriend and you know why? Because your fat,ugly,and weak. The little boy about 7 years old ran away as he was crying and was saying "mommy,mommy"
Ofcouse i didnt feel bad. I dont even think i felt. I was 10 when i started to bully. I started off small. Calling other people names and cuting in front of the line. But when i was 13 i started to get physical. I was always getting into fights all the time and i also got sent to the principles office all the time. They even tried to make me see a therapist for my "issues". All of that never worked. I just turned 16 and caused 19 suicide attempts. Some killed themselves and some didnt. I didnt care. I would just say good riddance. I also started to bully my family. I would threaten them every day. If i wanted somthing i would get it. Once my dad tried to talk some sense into me, but instead of listening i forced him out of the house. My mom is the only one left along with my sister and i caused them a lot of pain. She was basically my personal maid. All was good in my eyes untill a boy named Joey Del came. He was firce i just came to school and he was there. He was way worse than me. He would burn his enemy's houses, kill them with a knife, or just drown them in water. As soon as i saw he was bullying other kids i went up to him to talk. And when i say talk i mean punch. Smack. He flew across the room almost unconscious. He stood up and came running at me with full rage. He gave me an uppercut,then a kick, then with last of his strenghth he punched me right in the stomach. I threw up blood instead of vomit and had to be tooken to the hospital. There i thought to myself, how strong is he instead of thinking i shouldnt pick a fight with him anymore. The next day i trained myself to become stronger and stronger untill i was sure i would beat him but as soon as i reached him he knew i was coming back for more. Instead of me beating him in turnned out the same. He beat me up. Flesh wounds,bruises,and cuts where all over my body. I got sent to the hospital again, but this time i thought to myself why do i keep doing this? How did it began? Then i remembered. It was 11 years ago when i was 5. I was the one who got bullied, I was the one who got beat up everyday, I was the one who's dreams got crush, and i was the one who's friend was lost. All those things happend because of one person. Charls willson. He's the one who turrned me into a moster he was the one who killed him. The same night i was relesed from the hospital was the same night i was arrested. I came home to see police cars in front of my house. I went inside the house to see what happend. They were both dead. My mom and sister. Both committed suicide and left a note saying "This is what you deserved. To be alone".