Here is my second coursework piece I have written for English Language Coursework. Enjoy!
I’m Leaving
You did it. You. With your perfect figure. Perfect skin. How could you? He was mine you bitch! First, you took him away. You. The one I trusted. The one I cared for when you were down. You were my priority. We had been friends for so long. I hate how much control you had over me! But this is where it ends. You’ve gone too far. I’ve had enough of your games and your mind twisting ways. That’s it now. I’m leaving.
The torment you gave me will not leave my mind. I hate you. How could you be so cruel? You took everything away from me. My friends, my social life, my life full stop. My parents are ill from worry because of you. They think I’m going to harm myself like last time. That was because of you too. Why?! Why would you torment me so much that I hurt myself? Why would you destroy my chances of being popular, of starting again? You’re cruel, mean and selfish, bitch. I’m leaving.
I started this school hopeful. I wanted a fresh new start. I wanted new friends, but keeping the old ones of course. I would have dropped you in an instant if I could have seen what would happen. It sounds cruel but you’re worse. I should have known from the start you weren’t right in the head. I should have known you were gonna cause trouble. Nevertheless you got on so well with the popular kids and I wanted to be a part of that. I felt left out when you were around. I was always in your shadow. I was always laughed at. Mostly it was because of you. Meek, shy, quiet little me. The mouse. I’ve had enough. I’m making a stand. I’m leaving.
How could you do that to me? I know why you moved schools, how could you hurt someone like that? Not only that, but it happened multiple times! Nobody does that unless they have lost they’re mind. And you definitely have, you crazy cow. I hate how you cruel you are; how cruel you have been. You refused to do it this time, so you used me. You took me out of my new wrapper, used me and chucked me away when you were done. You made me. I’m leaving.
I could have never done that myself but you were so pushy. You put that knife in my hand. I remember the gleam of the knife, I remember the blue flashing lights, and I remember the screams. You were in my head. Why do you torment me? I would never have hurt anybody until you came along. You fed my mind with lies and anger to then deny it all. That-well-that pissed me off. I’m glad you’re in pain. You can feel the torment I had when you made me do it. I simply can’t believe you! I’m leaving.
I see now who you truly are. I see now what you’ve come to be like. I know. Have fun with your fake life. Your fake friends: your fake face. You can go and live in a gutter for all I care. I don’t want anything to do with you anymore. You’re a bitch. You’re a liar. I hate you. You did it. Remember that. You ruined my chances. I have new friends who like me as I am. Who have fun and are truthful to me. They don’t lie. They don’t make me feel guilty. And most of all, they’re my friends, and they care that I’m leaving. You ruined our friendship. You did it. Remember that. I’m leaving.
I’m leaving and never coming back. My parents have found me a place to stay. It’ll be safe and away from manipulative, two-faced bitches like you. They’re kind there apparently. They don’t make people torture others, they don’t make them kill and they certainly don’t blame it on the one being tormented! I’m glad I’m moving away. I get to wear a nice, clean white uniform. I get a comfy bed in my own room. Even the walls are clean, white and soft. It sounds like a lovely place and I’m looking forward to making some new friends there, although, not many students go to this place apparently. Another bonus is there will be a smaller chance of fights because apparently we are watched most of the time. I certainly hope they don’t breathe down my neck all the time like you did. You controlling, scheming tyrant. I’m going now, leaving this wretched place to somewhere that’s quiet and peaceful. It’s a beautiful place with fences around it to keep out the criminals; to keep out people like you. Good bye, my lost friend. Good bye, my tormentor. I will not miss your oppressing ways. I’m leaving.
I hope you enjoyed reading this story, any comments would be appreciated :)
Busylittlebee
