Dear Demetri...

A story about a bullied young teen.

I dedicate this story to my best friend, he basically inspired me to write this book. He is truly the best person you could know, and is the strongest person I know. For what hes been though and for what others have been though similar or worse, this goes out to you. YOU GUYS ARE MY HERO. You deserve a better life.♥


4. Four


Dear Demetri,

          I’m sorry that I haven’t talked to you the last few days. Aaron and I have been hanging out all week. He is really smart and nice and cute. I think I’m starting to like him.

          The bullying has gotten a lot worse than normal. Sam and some guys from the football team carried me out to the football field. There was no point for me to struggle and try and get away, if I did it would be worse like last time I tried.

          They beat me until I was almost unconscious. They laughed and spit on me while they were leaving. When I finally got to my feet I wiped the dirt and spit off of me and went to the nurse office. The nurse saw mw and just told me to sit. I can tell that she was getting tired of keeping the beatings a secret. She called my parents and that they should come to the school now.

          “You know I’m telling them.” She said while cleaning my wounds.

          All I could do was nod. It was selfish of me to make her keep it a secret. I just didn’t want my parents to find out. When they came in and the nurse told them, my mom cried and my dad was furious.

          I just walked outside and went into the backseat of the car. I knew that they are mad at me for not telling anybody but mostly at the people that did it. But they will never know who did it or why. I refuse to tell them.

          When we got home my parents told me to sit in the living room.

My dad tried to get me to say who did it and tried to say it will get better if I just tell them who. But I stayed quiet. Then my dad started to yell. I got made and yelled back, “You want to know why these people hate me?! Why they beat me every day?!”

          I finally told my parents my secret, then lifted up my sleeves and showed them my scares. They were shocked. They didn’t move a muscle. It felt like hours since anybody talked. My mom was the first to speak up, “How long have you’ve been doing this?”

          I didn’t want to answer so I stayed quiet. My mom said that I should go to my room and bring them my ‘supplies’ and go to bed. I knew they were going to act this way. I couldn’t keep it a secret anymore. Now they know. They know everything. I have to go now…


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