The Shoe's On The Other Foot

A popular girl. An unpopular girl.
Can YOU tell where the story goes from here?
Because I don't think that it's going to be what you think.


3. The End


  I gasped, putting my hand to my mouth.

      “And he left me a message just before he killed himself.” She handed me the phone which I took slowly. Reluctantly. I flipped through the draft messages. I gingerly pressed replay on the phone and placed it up to my ear. I nibbled on my thumb as I listened. When the message ended, I’d torn the piece of skin down to my knuckle. Crying out, I threw the phone on her desk and ran out of the school.

      The dead boy’s voice rang in my ears.

Bullies are afraid.

I don’t know what they are afraid of.

But the blood that drips from me is mingled with their own.

They will forever live in sorrow.

And I will come and get you.

I will come to get you.

And murder you wilth a cold knife.

Because every time you said even a nasty word to me,

That was another year of your debt.

Never underestimate victims.

Because you don’t know what they’ll do in return.

But I do.


I predicted you.

I see you Tina.

I see you.




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