letters to a girl

chapter 8

chapter 8
the bully.

dear stuck-up bitch;-

you remember that name, right? bitch. you were always called that. your change of attitude made you one; a total bitch.

rather than being unbreakable you made others vulnerable. i shall never forget what you did to that poor girl in the hallway. you were always mean to her. you ruined her social life. you terrorised her to the point she couldn't carry on. every time she'd start a new fresh page you'd crumble it down and tear her faith further apart.

i wanted to ask you something. about how you lived with it? how could you sleep at night when you knew you were the reason she cried herself to sleep each night? humanity, my arse, how did all your conscience disappear then?

i'll say it on your behalf. i'll tell you what you always said through your trembling voice filled with tears. that you didn't mean it. that you never had an intention to hurt anyone. that you feel so bad for all the times you hurted her and would legitimately beg for her forgiveness. you're not different than them. you don't know who you are, to know how to be. you're nothing but a lost soul. someone who doesn't know what to do anymore and it's driving you insane.

i feel so fucking helpless every night with you by my side crying desperate cries, begging me to save you. i feel so helpless. my hands are cuffed and i don't know what to do. you're dying. you're losing all attachments with life. you're drifting and it's killing me to see you in such pain. the pain you always hid. the pain you concealed behind your smiles and bitchiness of not caring.

you need to save yourself before it's too late.