Dear Bully,
Today you decided to take out your anger on me again. I still recall how your fists made contact with several parts of my body. The silence in the hallway was deafening. Students watched us. Some spared me a glance of sympathy, while others took joy in my plight. No one stood up for me though. I don't blame them.
As you continue to beat me up, I started seeing two of you, everything at my sight was disfiguring itself, and I could feel my knees giving in. This was better though, it was better to be unconscious because it would be the only way to stop the aching.
Can I ask you a question,
Why does it satisfy you to see me in pain?
Sincerely yours,
Aurora
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