Dear Bully,

Tonight is your house party.

Why would you do this if your parents told you no guess over?

Are you not grateful for your prefect family?

I wish I had a family like yours growing up....

One day you'll learn to appreciate,

And when you do it'll be too late.

.....

The girl placed her long board on her porch and walked inside. She walk into her bedroom bathroom and looked in the mirror. She hated what she saw, tears spilled down her cheeks. She got in the shower and yelled in frustration. She was having a mental breakdown, she can't take it anymore. Everyone, everyone at her school hates her; she hates her. The girl reached above the shower shelf a pulled out a hidden blade. Slowly she pulled the blade across her wrist. Blood flow down in a squiggly pattern among the water into the drain. She did it four more times and washed off the blade, once again into it's hiding spot. She finished her shower and got dressed.

The boy pulled into his driveway, and parked. He placed his head on the stirring wheel and sighed. For some strange reason he felt bad for just leaving the girl on the floor. He panicked not knowing what else to do. He looked up at her house. Her long board was on her porch. His heart raced, he got out the car and headed towards her front door. Standing on the porch he shook his head, no what am I doing? As he was about to leave he noticed that the door was ever so slightly open.

"Daniela?!" the boy called from the entrance.

The girls heart stopped when she heard his voice. Was her mind playing evil tricks on her?  Slowly she creaked open her door and looked down from the stairs at the boy. He looked straight up at her and froze. She ran in fright back onto her room and locked the door. She rushed into her closet and hid behind the clothes. What is he doing here? Is he going to do everyone a favor and kill her?

The boy watched as the girl dashed back to her room and slam the door close. He smiled as he climbed up the stairs. Did she want him in her room? No. He shook his head, that's gross she a good girl and a...  weirdo. He unlocked the door with a coin and walked in.

"Pink? Really Daniela, good thing I put up my blinds." he chuckled looking around the room. It was neat and organized. She had papers stapled onto the wall next to her window, and a few pictures on her night stand. On her desk a black leather book laid there. The boy picked it up. "Ah what's this a diary? "

The girl's  eyes widened. "No! Leave that alone! " she yelled coming out into the room. The boy jumped a little from her voice, it sent chills down his back.

"Or what? Let's see what's in this little diary." he smirked.

"It's  not a diary." she replied tried to reach for it but he caught her hand in his. She instantly tried to pull away, but he held on.

The boy looked down at his hand holding hers. It felt nice. He slowly intertwined his fingers with hers and study them. It fits perfectly. He looked up from their hands into the girls big blue eyes. He stared directly into them looking for a sign that he wasn't the only one that felt what he felt.

The girl stared into the boy's deep gray eyes. She could she something in his eyes, but she couldn't title it. She looked at their hands and smiled. He doesn't fully hate her. No it's a trick, she thought. He's playing with you, don't let him win. The girl began to cry. She wished the earth would just swallow her up. She felt something in his touch, but she didn't want to.

"Why are you crying?" he asked concerned.

"Because you hurt me again and again. Why are doing this? Why are you playing with me?" she asked her voice in squeak.

"I - you...  Ugh. " the boy let go of her and brushed it through his hair. He ran out of her house with the book and slammed the door shut. "Fuck, What's wrong with me? "

The girl flopped onto her bed and threw her pillow at the wall knocking down a paper. She was mad at herself for feeling things she didn't want. " What's wrong with me?"

......

Love,
Me