Letters Of A Victim

Letter 15

Dear Bully,
Today I asked if you still needed to talk you grabbed my hand without a word and lead me outside to your car. We got in and you drove to the river side. You told your mom died. Your blue eyes filled up with tears as we sat there in silence. I didnt know what to say or do so I just hugged you and ran my hair through you black hair as you cried.
Your victim,
Ammy