Today was the day, I was going to meet mom. And dad. I grabbed a rope. And a kitchen chair, the foster parents are in their bedroom having sex. They wouldn't care if I die, honestly, I'm just a random kid to them. They don't say that though.
I put the rope in the right position. Oh yeah, I also make another note for my goodbyes. I take some pills, I want to be skinny for my death. So then I can look good when dead. They won't be afraid to touch me like in school.
I climb up on the chair and put my head through the rope. I kick the chair away. And it happens. It hurts, no it's painful. I want more. God please kill me. I want this.
Or do I?
Then everything goes black.
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.
