I could hear them laughing. Cynical, mocking laughter that wouldn't release me no matter how hard I tried.
It was dreaded; trips to the outside world. It always has been.
School, the mall, the park; nothing ever seemed safe.
And I doubted it was.
They're eyes flashed when they turned to look at me.
Why? Do I make them that angry?
I didn't even know them. Hadn't once had a civil conversation with them.
But they hated me.
They well and truly did.
That's why they always seemed to haunt me. Always.
It didn't matter whether it was social media, my house or at school. There was always something.
She's so fat.
She's so ugly.
She's so stupid.
Am I? Am I really?
I don't know anymore.
I don't.
But maybe I am.
Maybe I am fat.
Maybe I am ugly.
Maybe I am stupid.
But if I am, why does it matter to you?
I'll never understand. I'll never understand your motives. Ever.
But I can't take it.
I'm trying, not to let your words get to me. Your hate.
So I won't.
Not anymore.
Because right now?
I'm breaking free.
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A/N: This is a short little one-shot to promote Wattpad's anti-bullying campaign. For all of you who have been bullied, or are being bullies, help us prevent it? Why should you - why should anyone, have to take it?
