Dear Alex,
Thank you for the blades and the sleeping pills.
I found then stashed away in my bag.
My old blades were starting to wear out.
Have you heard? I weigh 75 pounds.
My ribs are visible.
My grades are slipping.
I've failed in so many of my tests.
I had to take retests.
Are you happy?
I used to ace them once.
Ryan and Justin broke my crutches.
You and Noah weren't there.
Why?
Love,
CHLOE
YOU ARE READING
DEAR BULLY, DEAR VICTIM
RandomA SMALL SERIES OF LETTERS FROM A VICTIM TO HER BULLY, AND FROM A BULLY TO HIS VICTIM
