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She was perfect, in every way, except the fact that everything about her wasn't real.
Not only that but, she was using him to escape her parents hold on her life.
And he was using her, to be with the love of his life.
But she was abandoned, by t...
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She sat in her decorated room alone, she was out of the shower, in a oversized white shirt and boy shorts, something she was never allowed to wear.
Sitting in this gorgeous room, all she wanted to do was tear down the wood coat hanger on her wall, that her parents said went well with the soft color.
Rip apart her books and notes, that her parents had her memorize. Throw down all the useless accessories, her parents cramped all over her room.
Smash the alarm clock, throw the pencil holder, the book stand, her computer, her iPad, her small standing holder, that held her 'important rules', her erasers, the small pictures her family picked out to match everything.
She wanted to rip and tear down everything, to tear apart the plants the maids upkeep, cut all of her clothes her parents picked out and throw them at that ugly boy next door.
Smash her body length mirror her parents make her stand in front of naked, for two hours straight every day.
But she didn't
Every day, without fail, she came into her beautifully decorated room, with all the soft pretty colors, with the simple yet elegant interior designing and huge walk in closet.
The room, that was envied by the thousands on her insa page.
The room, with all useless junk she always got compliments for.
She couldn't, she wanted to, it shook and broke her to her core, how much she wanted to destroy her room.
But she never could, every day she just laid down and cried when she got home.
She fell to her knees, as she slapped herself over and over and over.
Because she never ever did anything to retaliate, she just took everything, all of it, all the relentless shit she had to deal with.
Because it was always better to just take it, instead of arguing, why would she argue, and waste her energy when it always ended the same way? being punished for doing nothing.
Like that boy, that stupid stupid boy next door.
He was so annoying, she was always punished and yelled at cause of him, for absolutely nothing.
'I saw the way you looked at him'
'Why did you smile at him?'
'Trying to cozy up to the Kim boy huh? What a dirty slut'
'That little bastards lucky, if his parents weren't who they were he'd be six feet under because of you'
'God look at you, having your curtains open to show off? What a dirty bitch.'
'What a pig, Trying to fatten up to impress the little punk?'
'Where are you going dressed up like that? From now on you'll only be wearing the clothes we pick out for you'
If she even looked at him, she'll be sat in the room again, and then starved another week.
It was brave of her to even glare at him this afternoon, but she needed him to know she hated him, cause if she didn't he might try to be friendly to her.
She stood up, cheeks bloody and red, the only way she could punish her parents was by hurting herself.
That's the only way she ever get a concerned reaction out of them, the only time they cared.
