|The Words I Wish I Could Say
Author: PumpkinQueen123 PM
Based off of real events, this quick one shot outlines the unsent letter of Ivy to her tormenting friend Katelyn. Using the letter as a kind of therapy, Ivy writes this letter to blow off steam. Rated K for minor language and older content.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 464 - Published: 10-13-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3065186
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Friday, October 12, 2012
These are the words I wish I could say, but can't. In the course of the past four years, I have been tormented by you. Before you read anymore, I should say that you can be very kind if you want to be. When you don't, well. I know –better than most people- what you are like when you are upset.
I'm never going to send this to you, of course. I am doing this as a sort of therapy. Saying the words just to say them, to hear myself talk, so to speak. When I was in your car with you today on the way back home, Emily and I were squashed up against each other, and you would push me whenever I got within an inch of you. Pinching my arm and pushing me isn't going to help, sorry.
I have been sick of this, Katelyn. Whenever I take a stand and tell you exactly what is on my mind, you laugh and make me feel like a fool.
"Is it that time of the month?"
"Calm down, it's just a joke."
"Wow, take a chill pill."
"Dude, anger issues."
Well, let me tell you this: it is NOT a joke, it's bullying. I don't know why you do it, by my suspicion is that putting other people down makes you feel better about yourself. Believe me, you can be a great person; you can be my best friend, but the bullying HAS GOT TO STOP.
Today in your car, I sneezed, just after you pinched my arm. Emily said "Bless you," like normal people, and when I looked at her to say thank you, she smiled. And in that smile, I could see that she was with me, she didn't appreciate how you were acting either. And that one smile filled me with such a happy sadness that a lump formed in my throat.
There are so many things that you have done to me, and I am happy that I have the self-will –and the low pain tolerance- to keep from hurting myself. If I was mentally unstable, I would have buried myself in drugs and alcohol, or just cut myself.
Some of the many things you have tormented me about:
My friendship with Simon
The boys I have crushes on
The people I have dated
My body type and eating habits
My nerdy personality
Trying not to keep this terribly negative, these are some things you have done that have been nice:
Taken me to Scary Wood
Invited me to your house on several occasions
Shared some of your own secrets
Tried to help me get a good social start.
Sincerely, your tormented friend,