Dear Chloe,
I sent a new set of crutches to say that I was sorry.
We all were.
But you threw them in the dustbin.
Why?
You need them.
And please eat something.
I'm pretty clear that you're not.
You can cover up your face.
You can cover up your hands and legs.
But you can't cover your fingers.
And they're bony.
Love,
ALEX
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
