The Letters [Jaime Preciado] [Book 1]

March 2nd - Lily

March 2nd, 2011.

Dear Jamie,

Well, I’m not that interesting, so I don’t see why you’d want to know about me. Be warned; this might scare you off.

It all started in kindergarten. Kids used to steal my blocks, crayons, snacks, and etcetera. They called me mean names and sometimes scratched me when they got mad. It continued throughout elementary school. In middle school (6th grade), it got worse than just name-calling, scratching and stealing my things.

The first day of sixth grade, those kids who bullied me in elementary school told the rest of the school what they did and what they called me. The entire school was in on the idea of beating me up, abusing me; mentally, physically, emotionally. I never had a friend in my school years. In high school, it got worse than black eyes, sprained wrists and broken ribs.

In high school, it was a combination of everything in the past two schools; abuse; name-calling; stealing my stuff; rumors; etcetera. It got so bad I started to… hurt myself. I tried to kill myself in senior year, but I failed. Ever since I graduated, moved to Florida from New York and went to college, I’ve gotten a bit happier. I found my escape in music, which also helps with my (social) anxiety and panic attacks.

The worst part about my story is that my parents never knew about any of this.

Thank you for caring, Jamie. In the next letter, I’ll tell you about myself more, like my interests and such like my favorite color and food.

Love, your fucked up new best friend,

Lils.