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First I want to start this letter off by saying this one will be a little different, and very intense. I do not want any negative comments, hateful comments, or rude comments towards Brent. This letter does include many trigger warnings, so please read what they are before you choose to read this or not.
–Boo
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Dear Boo,
Before you begin judging me let me tell you, I regret myself.
My name's Brent, I'm 16 and a complete arse I'll tell you. I dared my best friend to date a nerd kid and when they broke up I made fun of the poor kid, and now she's dead. *Poof*
Looks like Chloe (RIP) was already being abused at home by her stepfather, physically and mentally. Her stepbrother would rape her EVERY night, and I being the "cool popular kid" at school would make fun of her by calling her a virgin. Yeah, I'm shit.
But are all popular kids shit? No actually! Only I am, only Brent is. I stay in Brazil actually and this place is shit I'll tell you. I lost my best friend (RIP TOMMY) he didn't even tell me what's wrong with him he just killed himself out for the blue. No one even suspected a thing, guess what...that's depression. What Chloe underwent that's depression, what Tom underwent that's depression. It creeps in doesn't make you what to show anyone that's nothings fine with you and finally fucks you up and you die.
You see no one dies a virgin, life fucks us all up.
Why do I need your pity? I don't actually.
I have been labeled the "popular kid" and at the same time "the bully".
But peep in lads! My mother is a chain smoker and she goes around sleeping with other men. My stepdad beats me until I can only feather not move. And when the men whom my mum slept with come around asking for the money, she throws me like a fucking dog and they beat me up for pleasure, that's because she doesn't want to give them money.
Sad? Not really! Think of how people think I'm cold-hearted that I don't love anyone! I do people I do, I have a heart too. I have feelings and my eyes, they cry.
But guess what? I'm too cool to show what I really am on the inside.
A broken fucking ass.
I need help, I desperately need really. My friend Tommy a few hours before he killed himself, we were chilling in our common spot, the football grounds and out of the blue he said "Brent, if I ever died come to funeral don't cry because I won't be there to wipe your tears" and like fucking fool I said "Sure Tom" smacked his back and smiled.
Fucking cunt I am! Didn't take the hint, within few hours he's gone, left me. Now my other friend Alex, he's overdosed and slit his fucking wrists because people called him "popular" and also simultaneously a "bully".
Also special reference and kudos to the kid who called him a "cyber bully" because he asked you to leave him the "fuck" alone.
Sis thanks to you he's battling for his life like it wasn't enough what he was going through in school.
