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Ok guys, this is a short fiction, possible a short-short fiction or flash fiction.

I write down first in my writing's journal, then I wrote down in my computer.

Possible, I am going to publish this in my college's magazine.

So, first I need your critique before to edit by myself, please.

Thanks!

P.d: This a DRAFT, so I am going to edit as soon as I can and get some piece of advices. I just wrote down. Second, my screen is showing me bad features... possible you can seem some errors of space and paragraph. Last, I wrote so much DIALOGUE, but I will short that. Sorry!

Flashback of a Bullied Girl

She had fallen on her bed under the effects of the depression, lying long time. Her pale skin seemed harmed because there were clues of beats.

“Ouch!” she had put her hands on her head as soon as the pain began to hurt her.

“Eh Miranda,” called to her a young boy, “Let’s to play.” But she didn’t obey, just stayed where she was. Because the girl didn’t obey, the boy stepped front her, grabbing her left arm saying, “Come on!”

“No… I don’t want,” she stuttered, trying to get out her arm from his hand.

“You will pay, lame girl!” he threw her to the floor. Then, the boy began to kick her, blinded by his own anger.

“Ouch!” she cried.

The boy continued kicking to her.

“Why to me?” she asked weakly.

“You are a loser!” he shouted her while kicking to her.

“Please, Leave me!” she pleaded; the kicks of the boy were most harmful again.

The boy didn’t listened, he just kept kicking aggressively.

“Why are you hitting to me?” asked, continued by spitting blood.

“That stupid question idiot!” and gave a last violent kick to her. The boy was bullying to her.

“Oh, that pain!” Miranda, continued lying on her bed, being a teenager.

“Why to me?” She asked as always have asked every human have been bullied to her.

Because she was not listened, she opened slowly her indigo eyes looking for a solution.

“That knife,” she blinked when looked a knife on the wooden table next to her bed.

“Why do not? There is none better now for me,” she though.

“Yeah… there is not other solution for avoiding the people who hurt me everyday,” she cried, taking the sharpened knife with her hands.

“Bye…,” stated while holding the knife with her both hands, and she pointed the tip of the knife front her chest where the heart was beating scarily…

“No more pain for me, harmful world!” and she stabbed faster that she not yelled when the knife was toward the inside in her body… and the blood began to spread out…