On one side of a busy street stands a home. The exterior is warm and
welcoming, a large front yard has beautiful flowering trees. The grass is uneven
and green in some places. There is a small garden filled with flowers and
vegetables. The late evening sun bathes the home in a magical golden orange hue.
Through the large windows the cheerful home is glowing. In the living room a
family is eating their dinner, merry talk and laughter can be heard. The smiles are
true. As they finish, the dishes are put away, the merry laughter continues. The
parents try to get the younger children to get ready for bed as the eldest child
heads to their room for homework. A perfect family, a lovely home. Happy
people.

A door opens and in a lit up room stands an oak desk, papers scattered on
the floor and desk. Homework by the looks of it. A yellow backpack is laying on
the bed. The walls are a cheery blue, a beautiful picture of the galaxy is hung on
the wall. The room is empty.

Or so it seems.

On one wall is a closed closet door. Within the closet there is a figure.
Curled up into a ball. Not a sound they make. Tears trickled down from the eyes.
The figure is shaking. Memories from earlier that day swirled through the brain.
The snide smile of the bully. The comments whispered in the room. The evil
glares that were received. The line of tears became a river, cascading down the
red cheeks. The sadness within the small closet is suffocating. A sound is finally
made. A soft whisper, no louder then a whispering wind.
"Why me?"

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This is a story I wrote a while back but never got to publishing.
I just want to tell you all if you ever need to talk you can pm me I've seen it all.