Ellie finally found a semblance of calm, forcing a smile that barely reached her eyes. She took a deep breath and said softly, "I think I am unwell..." The driver, accustomed to the subtle lies that often masked deeper feelings, sensed the facade but chose to play along, responding kindly, "I'm sorry to hear that; I hope you get better soon." Ellie's fragile smile returned as she replied, "Thanks for your concern, Sir."
As they drove, an awkward silence enveloped the car, thick and uncomfortable. The monotonous hum of the engine filled the space, amplifying Ellie's internal turmoil. When they finally arrived at her lavish mansion, the driver stepped out and opened the car door for her with a respectful gesture. She descended from the car, her graceful movements belied by an overwhelming sadness that clung to her like a heavy cloak.
Upon entering her grand home, she was met by her maids, who bowed in unison, their faces a mask of deference and professionalism. Ellie managed a faint smile in response, yet it felt hollow as she retreated into the sanctuary of her room. With determination, she instructed her maids not to disturb her, insisting she wasn't hungry, a stark contrast to the void gnawing inside her.
Once alone, she made her way to the bathroom, her footsteps echoing in the stillness of her mansion. Standing before the mirror, she gazed at her reflection, the tears that spilled down her cheeks carving paths through the remnants of her makeup. As sobs wracked her body, her pale face flushed a deep crimson, betraying the pain she felt within.
At that moment, the weight of her self-perceived ugliness crashed down upon her like an insurmountable wave. She had dared to dream that friendship was possible, that acceptance could be real, but the harsh reality stung sharper than any physical blow. "Why? I didn't ask to be this ugly; what have I done to deserve this?" she cried out, her voice trembling and echoing in the stillness.
Her own words hung in the air, a haunting reminder of her loneliness, intensifying her sorrow. All she desperately wished for at that moment was the warmth of a hug-an embrace that felt like a distant fantasy. Deep down, she lamented knowing that no one would ever offer comfort to someone they considered as ugly as she believed herself to be.
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The Accepted Outcast
Teen FictionEllie Malcolm was born with unusual features: she had no body hair, pale skin, and wide blue eyes, which made her seem unattractive to others. As a result, her classmates bullied her, and she felt unloved by her parents. However, everything changes...
