Anna POV
I have been alone and miserable since that party. I've been staying locked up in my room reading my fantasy werewolf books for a month now. Not daring to come out of my room and talk to my family, allowing them to ask me questions. The only time I came out of my fantasy books were to go to the bathroom or get food, only to bring it back into my room and slip away into my own little world.
I never go on my computer anymore because of all of the cyber bullying on twitter and Facebook. They all say the same things, slut, whore, bitch, go die, your ugly, fatty , over and over again. I have no friends to comfort me. the only friends I have are my books and a blade. Yes, I cut. I cut because it makes the pain go away. Jess had convinced Finn to hate me. So he does. That's another reason why I cut. The one who used to love, now hates. I have scars going up my arms from those people and him.
The books let me escape this world. Into a world where werewolves love humans and make them their mates in the most romantic ways. I wish that was real though. I wish I and a love like that. But the truth is that love doesn't exist for me. What even is love?
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I wake up to a knock on my door. It's my mom.
"Honey? It's 7:00. You're gonna be late for school."
I look at my clock and roll out of bed. It's time for school. I quickly throw on some jean shorts and a white hoodie to cover my arms. I pull my brown hair into a messy bun as usual and swipe on liner and mascara. I tie up my vans and grab my back pack and rush out the door without breakfast. The bus is waiting for me right outside the door. Once I step onto the bus all of the comments are thrown at me.
"Oh look its the bitch."
"Whore."
"She's too fat for her own shorts."
These are the times I wish I had my blade. My one true friend. I sit in my own seat, and start to dig through my bag and find my ear buds for my music. I plug them in and stare out the window. For the whole ride. Paper is thrown at me and such but I try my best to ignore it.
Finally we are at school. I'm the last one to get off the bus. I walk towards the school with the usual snickers and finger pointing. I sit down in my desk in the back corner of my homeroom, English, the bell rings and my day starts. Right before the teacher begins talking, the principal walks in with an extremely hot guy with light brown hair, green eyes and muscles that you can see through his white t-shirt.
"Everyone this is Zack. He will be joining your class."
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Hey everyone! Sorry this one is so short! I hope you liked it though! I wonder who this Zack guy is though. Guess we will just have to find out! Thanks for reading!
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