Dear bullies,
After our incident in the basement you stole my hoody. I tried to keep my arms tucked to my body all day. My shirt had blood on it though.
The nurse came and wrapped up my wrists. She looked me in the eyes and asked me, "Did you do this ?"
I have cut myself before but, those cuts were from you. I didn't want to tell her about you or me though." I don't want to talk about it." Was all that came out.
The teachers won't help if I do tell them. I don't like to think about the bullying. I just want to forget about it.
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Dear bully (COMPLETED)
Short StoryAs the time goes by her smile does too. A constant frown is its replacement. Tears. Hurt. Pain. Words. Is that her only fate ?
