The girl they dissed away [TGHLB one shot]

Kim's P.O.V.

I sat infront of my laptop on my desk, not daring to blink, even though the tears were flooding like a waterfall, I didn't blink.

A whore

A slut

A waste of life and air

Is that whay everybody thinks of me?

A worthless whore?

I wiped away the tears that stopped, miraculously, and grabbed my phone who sat right next to the laptop.

I found 20 missed calls from Stacey so I texted her.

From Kim : have you seen it?

After what seemed to be 2 hours she replied, I mean she was in class it made sense.

From Stacey: seen what? What do you mean?

From Kim: Check facebook...it's everywhere.

With that, I shot up from my desk chair and went to the bathroom and opened the closed where I keep my anti depressant pills.

Maybe they'll ease my depression by sending me to the other world.

I looked at my mirror, the comments on the video running inside my head.

Whore.

Slut.

Bitch

Waste of life.

Since I'm a waste of life, I should end that, right?

The ringing of my phone made me look away from the mirror infront of me, only to see that Stacey was calling me and I instantly answered.

"Hello?" I answered her

"Hey, I saw the video." She seemed to feel pity, I do not need anyone's pity.

"Horrible isn't it?" I said my voice thick.

"Kim, you were drunk. It wasn't your fault" she answered and with that, I let out a teary laugh "It's funny isn't it?" I asked rhetorically "How you go out for a drink to forget about the fact that everyone thinks you're a complete slut," I stopped for a second to steady my voice from cracking "Only to end up with a video that shows how much of a slut you really are."

I went towards my bedroom, leaving the door open and the lights on.

"Kim...it wasn't your fault. Everyone else there was to blame," she tried reasoning with me but the damage is done.

"It's amazing how easily people judge you, it's horrible how much that they think their words don't hurt. Words will hurt more than any hit or punch. Because unless they leave a scar...them they're gone in a few weeks. But words...they stay forever" I finally let ot out, I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Kim..." I heard her whisper into the phone and cut her off before she could say anything "But it's okay. I won't have to deal with stuff like this anymore," in that moment , I layed on my bed and opened the bottle of pills

"Kim? Kim...what do you mean?" She asked fearfully

at least someone cares about me in this world, but it's too late

I chucked down the pills dryly and told her my last words "I said that you'd write a book about me one day." And I hung up on her, turned off my phone and closed my eyes, waiting for the pills to work their magic to send me to my safe haven.