Dear bully,
They took all my blades away. No. No no no no. I wanted to kill myself today. I found some scissors.
I held them in front of my stomach. I felt them pierce into my skin. It hurt but, I could barley feel it after a second.
The last thing I remember was you. You kneeled over me crying. You held me. You rocked me.
Hugged me. You cared about me.
It's to late now. Goodbye bully. Goodbye.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Short StoryAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
