Dear bully,
When I left you to think about what I said I ran home and up to my room. I laid on my bed and began to cry. All the memories of people loathing me, beating me, and calling me things I'm not came rushing back to me. I grabbed an old friend, my razor and sliced my wrists a few times. It felt good to feel the cold, smooth metal slide across my wrist. I wrapped my wrist with gauze and went downstairs to get some food. I saw a note on the fridge from my dad. 'Hey you little shit, I'm working late tonight so you better be ready for a beating twice as hard when I get back. And don't eat any of my food you greedy little pig! Your too fat as it is.' I crumpled up he paper throwing it away. I guess if I'm that fat I could wait another night.
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Short StoryThis is NOT based off of anything that is happening with my life. Also don't cut or do self harm, it hurts those around you. If you cut or do self harm just know that there are people who care about you, and that there are resources out there to hel...
