Plump, Hated, And Bullied

Committing suicide

Lilian POV
'I am not your slave, Ren... I am not your slave!' those words replay in my head for the umpteenth time, and I hit my back head lightly to be sure my brain is still there, because what the fuck! Where the hell did those words come from? Where the hell did the gut come from?
"We're here, ma'am," The cabby's voice pulls me out of my train of thought, and I quickly alight from the car and pay him. I watch as he drives away before I turn and head toward the bridge. This place is quiet as always and will be nice to calm my head here.
Leaning over the rail of the bridge, I take a deep breath and try to clear my head, but nothing is coming through. Who could've uploaded those pictures on the internet?
My phone suddenly starts ringing, and I bring it out of my pocket. It's Nate.
"Where the hell are you, Lilian?" His voice sounds through the phone as soon as I answer the call, and I bite my bottom lip. Should I tell him where I am? I want to be alone and clear my head, but I also need someone to comfort me.
"At the bridge," I reply to him, and the call drops dead immediately. Of course, I know he must be on his way to this place now.
I turn on my data connection and click on the hot search on the internet again, and our pictures are still trending with many negative comments on the post. People are trolling me and calling me names. They are bullying me there, and I can't even do anything about it.
"I hate you all! I am not ugly! I... I am beautiful just the way I am... I am only chubby and didn't do anything wrong," I break down in tears as I fall to my knees clenching my fingers around my phone. My pain wrenches in pain, my world comes crumbling down to my feet as I stare into space with tears streaming down my cheeks. It hurts that they are all bullying me and none of them even stood up for me.
"Just end this, Lilian... Jump inside the bridge and end all this pain," A faint voice whisper to me, and I slowly tilt my head to look at the bridge that has water beneath it. Should I really end things and be free for the rest of my life? Is suicide the only option?
"You don't have to kill yourself, Lilian... Suicide is not an option. Everything will be fine," I try to comfort myself, but seeing the truth standing in front of me and staring back at me, how dare I still deny the fact that things will never get any better?
"Just do it, Lilian. You'll be free from all this pain if you do this. They won't stop until they stop seeing your ugly face. You will continue to disgust them as long as you show your face to them," The voice whispers to me again, and I know that it's true. They will never stop, and that is just the bitter truth.
With all the strength in me, I stand up to my feet and drag my feet slowly and steadily toward the rail of the bridge, my gaze held straight like I'm under a spell. My hands tremble as I reach for the rail of the bridge, and I gulp down nothing nervously. Is this the right thing I should do? Will I not regret this later? Is taking my life really the best I can do?
"Nobody wants you, anyway. Why don't you end things and be happy?" The faint voice whispers to me again, and I find myself climbing the rail. Tears stream down my cheeks as I stare down at the water moving beneath the bridge in rage. I can see the big stones beneath the river, the stones that are ready to receive me there and tear me into pieces.
"Jump in already, Lilian. What are you waiting for?" The faint whisper sound in my head again, and I slowly close my eyes. I jump off the rail, but a hand grabs my coat making me hang in the air.
The time seems to stop for some seconds before I slowly open my eyes. I blink my eyes to be sure that I'm not underneath the water, and I'm not. My legs and flinging in the air, and a hand is holding me up. Wait, is Nate here already?
"Na... Nate..." My voice quiver as I call his name, but the voice I hear makes me freeze instead.
"Are you crazy? What the hell do you think you are doing?" Ren's voice sounds through my ears, and I freeze. Why is it him? Why is he here?
"Wha... What are you doing here? Le... Let me go..." I struggle to break from his grasp, but his grip on my cloth only tightens, and from the way he's groaning, I know he's using all his power to save me. Isn't this the same man that has done nothing all this while but bully me? What does he care if I commit suicide? Why is he here?
He groans as he forcefully pulls me up and as he drags me down the rail, we both fall to the ground with me on top of him. What the hell is happening here?
"Get the hell off me!" He snaps at me, and I quickly jump off him, breathing heavily.
I watch as he struggles to stand up to his feet, and once he's up, he glares hard at me with anger written all over him.
"What the hell were you going to do?" He snaps at me, and I shrug.
"I was going to jump in there and take my life," I reply to him casually, because why shouldn't I? What does he care?
"Are you stupid? You want to take your life because of what happened, are you kidding me?" He sneers at me, and I pull a puzzled look. Why the hell is he putting up this act and pretending to care?
"What do you care? Shouldn't you be happy that I'm going to save you the stress of explaining yourself to the media later? Nobody will call you out again for an explanation when they find out that the ugly girl you were rumored to be married to, killed herself. I just want to make things easy for you," Tears stream down my cheeks as I yell at him, and he scoffs.
He glares hard at me with an unexplainable expression on his face.
"Wha... What..." My voice trails off when he suddenly grabs my hand and drags me with him toward his car. Once we are in front of his door, he pulls the door open and pushes me inside, slamming the door hard behind me.
I watch as he walks over to the driver's seat and hops in before he drives away...