The Shortest Story Cuts the Deepest

They can laugh but they cant break who I am. I'll stay strong. I'll fight on. Tomorrow is another day. So I turned round and gathered my lost courage. "NO!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I had never felt so powerful! So, in control! I had them where I wanted them. Shocked. Confused. Bait. Revenge is best served cold they say. Well, why not break the tradition? Believe me, it'll be served hot. This is what I did. I turned to see their pathetic, cocky, bullshit faces and laughed back at them. That was my revenge. Laughter and I thought that laughter was supposed to be a medicine? Well, it was for me I guess. It heeled my heart in the way medicine could never even come close to. It heeled me...