Dear Stranger,

Today after lunch,

You and your friends pushed me into my locker.

I hit my head pretty hard,

But I couldn't fully feel it.

I'm numb today.

You pull me up by my shirt and threatened me.

"Listen you piece of shit, I don't know what kind of relationship you got with the Collins, but you better behave tonight. You better keep your ugly face shut and not tell them what happens at school, or else I'll make your life a living pain. Got it? " 

And of course the, coward I am, I agreed.

I'll keep my mouth shut.

Just leave alone.

Want to know what I did after you left?

I ran to the bathroom and puked.

Why did I puke?

Because I felt worthless and didn't want to take up too much space.

Hate,
Me