Dear BULLY
Because that's what you are now, a bully. MY bully. My mom's funeral was today. You showed up with your parents and even your older brother who went off to college two years ago.
They all hugged me and told me they were sorry. But when you hugged me and slipped the razor into my pocket, whispering into my ear that I should "join her", just like you did when you sunck into my room the other night, I knew.
You aren't my friend anymore. I don't know if you ever really were. Every second we were alone, you made fun of me for crying.
You said it was my fault she died. That she died to get away from a disappointment of a daughter like me.
The sad part is, by the end of the night, I believed you.
-Your victim.
