Shyann, oh Shyann. I have a lot of memories about you. Your face, oh that face. You would always give me an evil look like you hated me. I have known you sense pre-k. We were on again off again friends I guess you would say. I was always jealous of you. The way you had so many friends and I had none. The time when we were friends was amazing. I felt like I finally belonged. I mean as much as a pre-k kid could feel that way. I miss the way you would bully me. The way you would hit me in the face every day. The way you always made fun of me for not having nice clothes. And the words you called me.
Yes the words. The words you called me from pre-k to 4th grade were so painful! You would always come up to me and hit me with your words. The way you called me slut for having a boyfriend in 4th grade. The way I tried to stand up for my mom, and all you did was call me and my mom names. The pain was so real. Like it shouldn't be real. "Slut slut!" Is all I would hear walking down the 4th grade hallways. "Fat girl fat girl, you are a fat girl!!!" I would replay those moments in my head all the time! Not even meaning too. I went home and cried cause of you. I always wore a hoodie or pants to cover up the bruises from you. After the time I tried to stand up for myself, that was the very last time I have ever stood up for myself. And I will probably never do it again cause I've been so scared.
I just can't wait till you get out of Bloomington Meadows and notice that I'm not gonna be here for you to say goodbye to me.
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Delilah's Suicide
Short StoryEach chapter will have a name of a person and why they are one of the reasons why I am going to commit suicide. I don't know how many I will make, but just know I am making some. This is my true story.....
