Right this isn't a great literary acheivement or anything. This is a rant. I bumped into this girl the other day and I remembered everything. I've never told anyone about the physical abuse before I don't know why. I just had to get this off my chest and tell someone.

The other day I saw you, I saw you far away walking down the hill. Let me take some joy in the fact you are fat almost obese. I take joy in the fact your ugly, that your hair has been died blonde so many times that its gone ginger. I take joy in this because it matches your inside. I was scared of you, I was so scared.

I remember primary school before I became friends with you, dare I say it I was popular. I was year one small for my age, small and cute. I was friends with everyone, I went out and played kiss chase with the boys older than me. I always would have someone to play with.

But you changed that. You started to own me, I wasn’t allowed to go and play with other people. Throughout the next five years of primary school you owned me. I hated you even though I called you my best friend. I hated you because I was scared of you. You were a year older than me and you controlled me every break and lunch. I only escaped you in lesson time. Then I could make real friends. You got jealous of these friends, whenever I wanted to play with them you would hurt them.

I remember one lunchtime I went to protect Sophie my new friend. So you turned on me. I remember you digging your nails into my arms and my shoulders. You stared at me with a cruel face telling me not to ever do that again. I was 9 and you were 10. I was crying. I told you “Never touch my friends like that” So you attacked me. I tried to run away. You pushed me over and kicked me. I remember it so clearly you stood over me why I lay on the green grass crying for help and you carried on kicking me. I remember there were older boys standing around me laughing whilst I cried and you kicked me. I have never forgiven those boys. It’s sad but when I see them I hate them still.

After this, after everything I was still friends with you. I’d stand up for you against my family who told me I should break friends with you. I didn’t, I stayed friends with you still. You went to secondary school and I had a year of peace away from you. It was bliss. I made real friends I could have boyfriends without you getting jealous. Then I joined you at secondary school.

You treated me like shit. I couldn’t spend time with my new friends. I had to buy you chips every lunchtime and buy you two packs of Polo’s every week. You said I owed you them. I owed you for the food you’d given me in the past when I was at your house. I didn’t dare to argue I was still scared. My new friends thought you were a bitch. They told me so and I agreed. They tried to help me but I was still so scared. Eventually I got your permission only to spend to two days a week with you Tuesdays and Thursdays. I used to dread these days. You used to threaten me with punches and slaps. At 13 I was still scared of you.

I had now been friends with you seven years of my life and it finally ended. You were angry with me and tried to attack me. You tried to attack me in front of my new friends, they all stood up in front of me and protected me. They were my true friends. So after pushing me to the floor one last time you left me alone finally.

After seven years of bullying and insults I was free. I hate you so much because you taint my childhood memories. By your insults, your hits, your kicks and your put downs. You’re a coward and a bully Melinda. I look back on our friendship four years after it has ended and see what a fool I was. I spent seven years of my life in fear because of you. I have always said I have had a great life and nothing has ever happened to me, but now I realise that I was a bully victim for seven years. I hate you Melinda so I have the right to take joy in the fact you look shit, you have failed your exams and that you are hated, because you deserve it. You were evil at 8 years old and you still are.

You know what, the funny thing is that I only became your friend because I felt sorry for you. I felt sorry for you because you had no friends of your own. I now know why you didn’t have any and you still don’t. You are manipulative clingy bitch and I will never forgive you. I am the only one who knows how much you hurt me and I plan to keep it that way.

I'm not expecting loads of reviews this is getting some emotions that I've kept shut up for years out. You see it really frustrates me thatI stayed friends with this girl and let her walk all over me. Um so yeah a bit of a rant.