Mirrorball 🪩🤍| A Taylor Swift Story

| At least I'm trying | 🪩🤍

Tw - sh,mentions of an eating disorder and slut shaming I guess??

Betty's POV:
I felt so guilty,Taylor had took her time to help me when she didn't have to,why am I so pathetic?The only good thing to come out of this was the fact I managed to skip a meal because of it.

I decided to change into a hoodie and leggings to be a bit more comfy,after changing I lay down in my bed and went on Snapchat clicking onto the first persons story I saw.

I was mortified by the picture that was on it however,it was a photo of me laying in my ex James' bed after our sleepover it was captioned 'Betty is such a whore guys spread this about 🤣'

I quickly clicked through more people's stories and many of them had this picture on,even on peoples who I thought were my friends.

I began uncontrollably sob,my makeup running down my face as I felt my breaths getting shorter,to stop this from escalating into a panic attack I began to pic at the skin around my nails to distract my mind,although it didn't stop the crying it did help with my breathing.

About an hour later I was still sobbing,the people who are supposed to be my friends came in and just laughed at me before going to the pool,I knew I needed to go down there too since most likely everybody was told to go there even if they didn't want to swim as they could always just sit on their phones but I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed.

A few minutes passed and my emotions had finally got the better of me,I got out of bed and walked over to the bathroom.Closing the door and locking it behind me I grabbed a razor from my pack of three and hit it onto the floor until it broke and I could grab one of the blades.The minute a got my hands on one I almost instantly pulled my sleeves up and began to slice over my once 'normal' arms.Blood was running all down my arms once I was finally finished   So I cleaned myself up and rolled my sleeves back down once more,luckily filming wasn't for another month so I don't need to worry about it for now.

After a few minutes had past and everything was clean and hidden I put on a pair of shorts and changed into a crop top and jacket,I would use the excuse of just not wanting to swim if I had to.

I decided to finally make my way down to the pool and I sat as far away from Taylor as possible however unfortunately for me that just happened to be next to my horrid roommates,at least it was better than Taylor noticing that I wasn't okay I suppose.

'Ew not the emo girl!' One of them laughed while pointing at me

'Do you cut yourself or something cause it's so hot like why are you wearing long sleeves?' The other remarked

I chose to just try to block them out as I could already feel the tears building up in my eyes however they decided the best thing to do would be to try to pull my jacket off in front of everybody who I'd be working with for over a year.

'Get off me!' I yelled out trying my hardest to keep my jacket on

'Oh so now she talks!' The one who I assume is the leader of the two laughed while pulling harder

Suddenly,just as Taylor looked over my jacket practically flew off,revealing the fresh cuts that are almost covering my arms fully.

I started to cry as I got up and ran to my room,ignoring the agonising pain in my ankle that got worse with every step I took.

I locked myself in the bathroom since I knew they were following me,and possibly Taylor could have been too.

Although I was expecting to hear their laughs as soon as the door opened to the room I was surprised when I heard a gentle voice at the bathroom door.

'Hey honey,can you let me in please?' Taylor asked me.

As much as I wanted to just cry into her arms and tell her everything I was feeling I just couldn't.All my life I've had to deal with everything on my own,it always has felt like I physically can't open up about anything to anybody.So through my sobs all I managed to let out was a small 'go away' before I reached for the blade once more.