Dear Bully,
I realize why you don't hit me
I decieved myself enough that you don't hit me.
You do.
You hit my heart, mind, soul, everything.
You hit me mentally and I don't like the fact that you get to me.
I woke up with a splitting head ache.
Rumor has it you have broken up with your girlfriend. is it true?.
***Ella's pov***
The hallways were filled with students mummuring about the new sweet and juicy gossip, Alex and Claire's break-up.
No one knows why the broke up no one cares they are just concerned with the fact that the schools Golden boy is single and are getting ready to fire their shots.
I avoided everyone successfully for the whole day, the football team didn't approach me except from the creepy glances Emerson sent my way.
Claire and her lady friends were either not in school or they decided not to torture me which is actually a good thing.
Infact it's a great thing.
Lately I've been feeling sick, vomiting water, sometimes blood and blacking out too frequently for it to be a coincidence.
I don't want to tell mother for fear she hits me so I took matters into my hands googling my symptoms and treat myself for what ever came up.
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