Dear Kayla,
What I did was wrong.
Forgive me.
I love you.
Please eat.
Please love yourself.
Please stop hurting yourself.
Please.
Just please.
Be the other Kayla.
The Kayla that didn't take shit from anyone.
The Kayla that I loved.
Before I ruined her
Please.
-Jason
A/n: how do you like it when I write from Jason's perspective?
YOU ARE READING
Dear bully
Teen FictionKayla the victim. Jason the aggressor. Kayla can't say what she wants to say. But she can write it. So she writes And writes. And writes.
