One, Two, Three

Chapter twenty-one

One,

Two,

Three.

I spend three minutes looking for some pills to take or something to make me feel better. Sadly there was nothing. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm so fuckin ugly. God must hate me. Taking everything away. He just feels bad for me sometimes and gives me good things. *knock knock* "Baby, are you ok in there?" Jack sounds nervous. He most think I'm doing something wrong. " I'm not trying to kill myself if that's what you mean!" I scream at him. I break and start sobbing. I'm sobbing so hard I can hardly breath. "Porsche! Porsche please open the door!" Jack shouts. I start looking around for something to kill myself with. I'm still sobbing. I open and shut doors and shit. "Damnit Porsche! Open the fucking door!" He screams and starts slamming into the door. I look for a razor in the shower. Nothing. I fall to the floor sobbing. I stand up and look in the mirror again. "You're just an ugly bitch." I say to myself. Jacks still trying to ram the door down. "FUCK!" I hear him yell from the other side of the door. I look at the girl looking at me. She has strawberry blonde hair, she has green eyes, the ugliest pail skin anyone has ever seen. Her hair is dead straight. Her make-up is ruined and smudged all around her eyes. It looks like she's a fucking raccoon. I fucking hate this bitch. I lose it. I punch the mirror. Is shatters. I grab a big piece of glass. "PORSCHE!" Jack knocks open the door and runs to me. He puts his arms around me and try's to take the piece if glass out of my hand. He finally get it out of my hand and slides it across the room. I start balling. He pulls me in close and just holds me. I lean into him. I grab on to his shirt with my bloody hands.I hear the door open and see Romeo standing in the bathroom doorway.