October 18, 2016.
I remember the first time I was beat up.
I remember every detail like the back of my hand.
Yet I don't recall why or how I became their new target.
All I knew was that they killed their last victim. But that was simply a rumor, a rumor I was starting to believe.
And while they beat me, no one interfered. While they touched my body, no one protested. While I soaked in my own pool of dark red blood, no one came up to help.
I was left powerless, weak, bruised, and completely miserable, on that hallway floor. That's when I realized why everyone only stared.
No one wanted to mess with them. No one wanted to end up like me.
And I was sure no one wanted to die. Because that's what they were clearly capable of, murder.
I didn't blame them. I didn't blame them at all. I didn't blame them for leaving me alone. I didn't blame them.
I understood.
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Haunting Heaven
Short StoryAll a bully needs is a victim. Unfortunately, that victim was her. *** Full Description Inside! *** "Such an emotional filled story! I think this topic needs to be written more about." - @heatherbloggs
