DEAR BULLY, DEAR VICTIM

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ALEX

Dear Chloe,

Today, you didn’t come to school.

We all were waiting for you. Not to hurt you, but to say we were all sorry.

I really was.

And I became really worried.

“Maybe she needs time.” Noah suggested. Maybe.

But a bad feeling was settling at the bottom of my gut. So I decide to go to your house.

I got your address from the authorities.

Don’t ask.

I have my ways.

I didn’t realize we were neighbours.

I knocked on your door. No response.

I turned the knobs to check whether it was licked only to find it open. I walked in.

I couldn’t hear anything.

I panicked again.

I rushed up the stairs to find you unconscious with the bottle of pills in your hand.

No. I panicked harder as I scooped you up in my arms and carried you in bridal style to the hospital where they took you in immediately. As they took you a piece of paper fell out of your pocket. I picked it up. It read

I HOPE YOU’RE HAPPY, ALEX. I AM FINALLY DYING. DON’T WORRY. I FRGIVE YOU.

I did not notice the tears falling down my eyes as guilt filled up inside of me.

I never wanted you to commit suicide.

I never wanted you to go because of me.

I couldn’t live with it.

I can’t live with it.

I looked at you through the window.

But I didn’t go inside.

And left.

Love,

ALEX

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