Broken Ribbon on the pretty diary

Introduction of the story

The Broken Ribbon On a Pretty Diary...

INTRODUCTION

The black clouds and rainy weather with herself and no judgment. She wanted to but it is all just a dream just an illusion. In the eyes of people, she is a devil an arrogant rude spoiled annoying monster but was she?

Deirdre Isabelle Blackwood Cooper is a broken mess who didn't know what was actual happiness. She was a villain to the world. She wasn't talentless she just didn't feel to do things that were fun for others. Nothing seemed interesting in those dead eyes. She was a bright vivid rose that dried due to less care and love given to her. Nobody saw behind the girl that always smiled laughed and made others mood happy was a deep broken soul locked under the mask. She was kind pretty and sweet and none of what she thought they were talking about her was true it was all just the demon in her head that tore her apart. It was the trauma. The night she lost her dad. The day he disappeared before her glossy eyes. Losing hope one after another of living in the same house where it all started. With the same smiling face. She saw her only ray of happiness at school. Her friends. The brown eyes. Her favorite brown eyes that she would stare at forever without getting bored. The eyes turned crescent when it smiled. the black bead bracelet and a silver one. The dark blue bead is her lucky charm. She was depressed anxious fearing every moment of her life thinking of just killing herself. Staring at her was judging, laughing was judging, whispering was judging. Everything was judging her, the insecurities take control of her body the demons whispering in her ears telling her how imperfect she was before their eyes. People joked about her behavior not knowing she was tearing apart. yes, she was broken without anyone knowing not even her own family knew about. She didn't know which way to go everything was colorless and dark before her eyes. Before she lost her dad she lost HIM too. She was only 11 years old. He matched her personality. The person who she would sacrifice her life for. She never said anything she bled on paper. The dark black ink pressed onto the thin sheets of paper. Each word displays her pain. She was never lazy she was just burned out. She harmed herself in a way no human could imagine. Those scars were invisible before the eyes of people who didn't know about her but nobody knew about it. She never said her pain out loud she kept them to herself even when her chest was heaving with pain and weight. She was guilty of things she didn't even do. She lost friends on her painful sorrowful journey. She believed everyone closed their eyes. Just like her dad, she took many traits from HIM too. She used to think will she ever come to use any day. She thought she was annoying. Unlike any other kid in her school, only one person was her pebbles. Her brown eyes. She loved the pebbles without ends but she judged whether the pebbles too found her annoying. She loved pebbles so much that she would do anything for that one person. But did that person know about it? No, I don't think so but even if that person did he would never like an ugly girl like her. She was just too bad for a guy like him. He was popular but her just trash no one knew about. She doesn't even think anyone will like her. Maybe there will be some people who want her. But what if it is just a showoff? What if they are backbiting behind her back? She didn't care. She was very sensitive. A single word even as a joke will scar and replay in her head like a broken record. This story is her one-sided love story. Her life story. THE BROKEN RECORD. In this story, she was the broken ribbon on the pretty diary.

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I will post the introduction and aesthetic of the character tomorrow...

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