Dear, bully
As you were ripping my jacket of with a knife. I began to cry. You suddenly stopped. You were looking at me. My heart is pounding really fast inside my chest as i was staring at you.
You continued to rip my jacket of and noticed my fresh cuts. I winced when you touch them.
YOU ARE READING
Dear, Bully
RandomHey. I just want to share about me and my bullys stories. If you don't mind.