dear bully

letter 71

* intended lowercase

* the "your" and "you" the victim is referring to is the bully

"hey dear, i know you're still suffering from the death of your father, but everything'll be okay now, alright?" your mother cooed. i saw you glance at me worriedly but you looked away as soon as you started looking at me.

i nodded curtly, my hands trembling. "ye–yes. i–i'm fine."

she smiled at me. "okay, you can go talk with my son while i prepare dinner, alright?" she asked, patting my head like i was a child.

"okay." i wasn't going to talk to you, i never will. you're a jerk. you're... ugh!

"i'm sorry," you said sincerely, a small, weak smile on your face. "i'm sorry for all those times– i truly am– i'm so sorry."

you trembled as you buried your face into your hands. you kept mumbling "sorry" over and over again.

"it–it's alright. i–i'm fine." i say curtly, looking down at my tear - stained jeans. i felt sorry for you.

"the reason i did it– the reason i –"

"you can tell me later," i mumbled, getting up and dusting my jeans. "i'm going to take a nap."

you looked up at me. "okay."

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Dear Bully,

   I dont think your mom knows that you've bullied me for so many years.

- victim