Pretty Girl

Chapter Nine - February 4th 2012

Chapter Nine

Katrina's Pov - 17 Years Old

I had never understood how sympathy worked. I'd never been very sympathetic. It had always been do or die for me and we all knew how I dealt with that.

What was the obsession with people saying that they didn't want sympathy when they were upset or to not pity them when they were in a pitiful position?

What did they want?

To be heard? What was that going to solve? You lashed out at someone else, screamed and whined about your problems to the world and said that you felt better afterwards. I didn't buy it.

This is why I thought that some people were morons. That didn't work for me. Why wouldn't they want actual advice? Why not think of a way to entirely resolve or make something worse?

Deal with it from the source right? Or forget about it.

Why would you want to bring up something which was over or which wasn't relevant to your current state of mind?

But today, I knew I was wrong. I knew what sympathy was but I definitely knew what pity was now. I pitied myself.

You know that feeling you got when you realised you'd been an actual clown? So stupid that you couldn't help but want to bathe in sulfuric acid.

Oh I was watching my heart slightly break alright. I said slightly because I knew he was being an idiot right now and she wouldn't last but it still got to my head and I was fúcking livid.

Alexander and a few of his friends ended up coming back home with him for his birthday. I hated the fact that they tagged along because first of all, I barely got to talk to him in general and now it was completely impossible considering the current scenario.

"Do you think they're actually dating? She doesn't seem too bad but she looks like a bimbo. I'm not letting my brother stay with some dumb person who isn't good enough for him."

Cassandra prattled on and on about what she would do if 'Melissa' was actually his girlfriend and how she was disappointed in his choices at the moment.

I mean I agreed for personal reasons but what was it with this girl and her overprotectiveness.

"Stop talking and go do something about it if you're that worried. You're giving me a headache." I growled at her with irritation.

Cassandra huffed furiously as she stood up and pointed at me.

"Stop making everything about you Katrina. There's nothing for you to worry about so why the fúck are you acting like you're dealing with the entire world's problems? You're a shítty friend right now and you can't even listen when I just want to talk about something." She yelled loudly.

"You'll never know what it feels like to be me. Your life has probably been a dream compared to mine." She continued looking visibly upset.

I never got this girl for some reason. There was just something that always bothered me. Was it because she had the life I wanted? I didn't get it.

I shrugged and looked at her feeling bored.

"So?"

Her eyes became wet as she realised that she wasn't getting through to me at all.

Sorry babe but that position was reserved for your stupid brother.

The one that currently wasn't acknowledging my existence.

She glared at me and pushed through random drunk partygoers as she ran away.

This is what they didn't get. None of these people actually touched me.