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I stared at myself in the mirror and wondered why me, why couldn't puberty hiT me hard like it did the girls in my class. My thighs were too big and my hair wasn't perfect. I placed my hands on my hips then removed them slowly, seeing how wide they were made me sad. They weren't small and narrow like the cheerleaders in my class.
"Why me", I nearly sobbed at the site of my none flat stomach.
"Why can't I be skinny and popular", I wiped my pathetic tears.
"Baby are you ok", my mother knocked on my door.
"I'm fine mom", I wiped my tears and tried to put on a stoic emotionless face.
"Hey baby girl, dinner will be ready in five minutes", she announced peeking her head through the door.
"Thanks mum", I crossed my arms over my chest.
"You looked like you've been cryin, are you sure you're ok love", she looked worried.
"I am mom thanks", I mustered up a smile. "Ok see you in a bit ok", she smiled back.
I couldn't let her know that I was in major trouble, that I was being bullied for not being skinny by the poplar people in my class. Or the fact that no one protected me from their wrath, I refused to wear tank tops because I would surely show off the bruises they left on me. The fact of the matter was that no one knew of the hell that I was being put through by the people in my school. And they would never know because I felt I deserved all of it, I deserved all the hurt and hell I went through. No one would be able to save me from it, I prayed and hoped I would receive and angel or a hero to help and protect me. Yet my prayers went unanswered. So here I was stuck doing this all on my own.
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Harry Long Imagine {Completed}
Fanfiction*TRIGGER; this stories contains self harm, depression, bullying, fat shaming, and eating disorder. If any of those are triggering for you please avoid this story* He was a boy dressed in all black, he might not have looked like an angel, but to her...
