Coward

From the perspective of someone bullied.

Coward.
That’s what they called me.
Coward coward coward, they called.
I screamed.
I screamed until they stopped.
I screamed again and again and again.
All was silent.
My ears were ringing.
Then I realized what I had done.
Dead.
They were all dead.
I killed them.
I killed them all.
My hands were bloody.
My clothes were bloody.
I didn’t know if the blood belonged to me.
Or to them.
Maybe both.
Coward.
It echoed in my head.
Coward coward coward.
I fell to my knees.
Sobbing.
Coward.
I screamed again.
And again.
And again.
I couldn’t stop.
I didn’t want to stop.
COWARD.
I screamed.
Silent.
All was silent.
Coward.