Dear Alex,
After I came home I cried again.
Pathetic, I know.
And I also know that you were dying to see me cry.
That was your ultimate mission.
I looked at you sitting in your room through the window.
Yes, Alex, we're neighbours.
For almost nine years now.
But you never noticed.
You never cared.
I said I wondered why I ever loved you.
Truthfully,
I still love you.
I love you to the point that it hurts.
It hurts.
And I'm gonna end the pain.
Love,
CHLOE
YOU ARE READING
DEAR BULLY, DEAR VICTIM
RandomA SMALL SERIES OF LETTERS FROM A VICTIM TO HER BULLY, AND FROM A BULLY TO HIS VICTIM
