Dear bully,
My dad threw a beer glass at me. Now my eye is bleeding. You saw, I know you did. But you did nothing. Stood there, and looked away.
Why do you humiliate me? You told everyone about my Moms death. Saying it was my fault. I think they believed you. Of course they did. Cause it was true.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully,
Short StoryDear bully, why do you do this to me? This book contains subicidal thoughts, cutting, bullying, blood, cussing, and more. Read at your own risk.
