Pretty Girl

Chapter Twenty - December 17th 2011

Chapter Twenty

Katrina's Pov - 17 Years Old

It was hard to think that you weren't cursed when every person that you started to care about died.

I knew I should've stayed away from Alex before it was too late but I couldn't help but grasp every second I had with him. He was different. He was like a magnet that kept pulling me in. I'd die before I let anything ever hurt him.

After Mia, I knew I would never have real friends but Carter came quite near to being a close second and he was a great guy.

Seriously. I was not going to be all melancholic and say I was dying from the loss because I wasn't. I was too familiar with death at this point but it still wasn't easy to get over sometimes. The good ones never deserved to leave early and I promised I'd be the villain for every person that thought that they could play my favourite role so here I come.

Britney Everett's dead. If not physically, I would make her wish she was.

Carter was a gentle, sweet ballerino who took classes with me. We became friends outside of class as well. I mean, friends as in, we always got drunk and talked about bullshît but it still meant something to me because no matter what I said, Carter never judged me and he never ever revealed my secrets.

So how did you expect me to spare someone that revealed his?

Carter was gay. His mistake was apparently having a boyfriend named Daniel and having sex with him.

Why did someone have to be punished for a personal preference that they made which caused absolutely no harm to anybody else.

And who the fuck was Britney to decide his fate.

This actually makes me angrier than I was at Melanie for throwing those ugly biker boots at my face. I didn't want to fight her. I wanted to ignore all of them but how could I do that when she threw the one thing in my face which reminded me of him. Cyrus. He was meant to be dead, stay dead but it was as though every sign in the world proved to me that he was not but this wasn't about Melanie. It was about Britney.

Carter committed suicide on the eleventh of December. A sex tape was made of him and Daniel in the vicinity of his bedroom. No, they were not filming it. They were spied on and this video was illegally made by someone Britney had doing the dirty work for her.

She put the tape everywhere. How did I know this? Carter called me, completely out of it trying to ask me for help.

We figured out who was behind it but Carter made a mistake. He should've called me earlier. The only problem was that she had sent it to everybody already.

Carter wasn't ashamed of being gay. He was upset about having his personal life broadcasted to people who constantly bullied him already.

Carter wasn't rich. Atleast not as rich as we were and for the first time I saw the outcome of having lesser wealth than someone. How you would be trampled on if you weren't rich or powerful enough. I knew how it felt to not have much but I had never truly understood the stark contrast between two different leagues until now.

His admissions were revoked, his parents disowned him. They were àssholes in the first place and the only reason they kept him around was for their image but once this came out, he was done for good.

They treated him like he was a contagious disease. They said he was better off dead and the day after he called me, he was. He was dead and Britney Serrano was about to die too.

It was hilarious how her sweet facade is what she hides behind. Nobody here knew what she did to him but I did and honestly that was all that mattered. I'd do much worse than what a million random people could possibly do.