Dear Bully,

I closed my eyes.

But peace never came.

Flashing memories came.

Its... Hard to explain... Almost like... Like... Reliving my life.. In flashes.

First came the time I was little. My mom and dad's warm smiles, the flash cards, the toys, the train I'd gotten one Christmas, and then my elementary and then my middle school.

And then you.

Love,
Jance