The Continuous Road Of Life

Betrayal

December 24, 2021,

Betrayal is a bitch.

Why, you ask?

It's because no one ever sees it coming.

It always happens between allies and never enemies.

That's the part that sucks. 

The ones that hurt the most are the ones that happen from the people you never expect it from. Once I went on vacation to the countryside, me, my grandma, her sister, and my cousin. My grandmother had friends there, and that's who we stayed with. The neighbors had children in the family, one girl, that seemed nice.

That one innocent, kind, lovely-looking girl destroyed me.

How, you ask?

Well, that's what I'm here for, to tell you.

After about roughly one week of hanging out, she invited us to join her and her friends at a pool/slumber party. We said yes to be merciful to our boredom. We were the last ones to arrive.

We could hear them before we could see them.

She was talking smack about me.

Not me and my cousin.

Just me.

You have no idea how much I wanted to murder this girl.

How I wanted to verbally kill her.

How I wanted to physically kill her.

How much I wanted to be strong.

But that's not me, right?

So, I did the opposite of what I was thinking, the thing the real Melissa would have done, and went home and cried. I cried and cried; I actually don't think I've cried this hard over anything to do with my social life.

Other than me being ugly.

But you know what I mean.

Would you believe me if I said that it gets better?

My grandmother thought I was exaggerating.

She told me to suck it up.

No comfort or anything. My cousin was a little more understanding, but not that much since she kept hanging out with them.

Personally, I didn't want to see them ever again in my life.

Unfortunately, I did, but it definitely wasn't like before because now I knew what she was thinking when she looked at me. She was thinking, "What a loud, ugly-looking, less everything version of Anna (my cousin)!"

How I wish I could go back in time and tear that girl into shreds.

Now you know if they ever create a time machine where I would go first.

Signing out,

Melissa A. Brook