Dear bully, I Hate You

Chapter 16.

Dear bully,

     It's been fifteen years now. I'm thirty-two years old. I'm married to a handsome gray-eyed straight haired-blond man and he loves me so much.

My husband's name is Lucas.

Lucas James Washington.

And I love him.

We have three children.

Mary who is twelve years old.

John who is ten.

And Cindy who is eight.

And we have a beagle pup named Charlie.

I am so fucking happy.

Sometimes I think of you.

I pity you.

Because you'll never get to experience this.

You took my childhood from me.

Your father's money corrupted my already idiotic mother.

You took my pup from me.

You took my bike.

You took my chances of making friends.

You took my good reputation.

But most of all you took my virginity.

Which was technically supposed to be taken by Lucas.

I guess I should thank you.

You kinda brought us together.

If you hadn't shoved him down.

I wouldn't have picked him up.

You get the idea.

But I think I've taken more from you than you did from me.

I took your life.

And in taking it,

I've taken everything that would have come with it.

Like your future.

But by letting you live, I would have been ruining my future.

And fuck, do I love my future.

But sometimes I still feel guilty.

When I think of all the things you missed.

You never got to go to college.

You never got to get a job.

You never met that girl who'd turn your world upside down and change you.

You never got to make amends with all the people you've hurt.

You never got to learn the true meaning of the word 'love'.

You never got to get married.

You never got to rub your pregnant wife's belly.

Or hold your first child.

Or get to teach your son to play baseball.

Or your daughter to swim.

Or see your first wrinkle.

Or dye your first gray hair.

Or attend your children's wedding.

Or see your grandchildren.

Or even felt the pain of old age.

In a way I've saved you the time and energy people put into life.

In a way, I've saved the world from having the worst man to ever walk this earth.

You see, I'm Chloe Nixon.

Well, now I'm Chloe Washington.

I'm was the pale skinny girl you bullied in high school.

But I'm alive now.

And you're dead.

You could have been alive right now if only you had ignored me.

You shouldn't have tripped me in the halls.

You shouldn't have called me names.

You shouldn't have started rumors about me.

You shouldn't.

You shouldn't.

You shouldn't.

Most importantly,

You shouldn't have raped me.

Because that what brought up the darkness.

It's really nice though,

Because since you been gone

My darkness has disappeared too,

And of all the things I hate you for,

I will always love you for dying.

I don't regret shooting you.

Does that make me seem heartless?

Does that make me bad?

No, I'm the victim who survived my bully.

However my bully didn't survive me.

Guess this brings me to end of my story.

Dear bully, you're dead.

I'm alive.

I'm so happy.