I opened my locker today and wow. Another pencil sharpener... Maybe.. Just maybe... You called me a slut and unworthy fat bitch.. I hope you know I didn't eat that day... You actually managed to get me to not eat. What's next? Self harm? It's been a few weeks of the same thing going on, But I see the same look in your eyes when I walk by. Sadness. But I'm wondering, over what..? I brushed it off. Your friend brought the extreme, to an EXTREME level. He beat me, and sometimes you will too. I have bruises scattered throughout my body, but no one in my family cares. Teachers don't even care. Someone tries to get you or your friend to not hit me, but from what I've heard you broke their elbow. What the hell is wrong with you? You're messed up in the head. You told me to go cut myself..... Should I? Maybe... Maybe it will feel good... To feel something... Instead of being numb all the time now. I didn't eat anything last night or today. It hurts... It hurts a lot.... but you should always know something...
I'll forgive you
Your Victim
YOU ARE READING
I Forgive You
Random" I won't jump. " She sighed, relaxing her neck. She was still standing on the rooftop ledge. Relief washed over his face when she said that, but it was quickly turned to horror after he heard what she said next. " I'll just fall off " ...And thats...
