Far beyond broken.

Chapter four - better than usual.

~Lydia~

People are obsessed with talking about me. They won't talk directly to me but their happy to talk about me behind my back, typical.

I know that everyone knows every single thing about me. Even the darkest, deepest things that i wanted to stay uncovered and hidden. Secrets are secrets for a reason, but for me none of my secrets stay secrets. People always find out one way or another, then the whole school knows and it gives them a reason to talk about me even more.

I went to reception, i needed to collect my new timetable. I took small steps towards the desk, i was slightly anxious, i didn't like asking for things, i had no confidence... The secretary was sat on her swivel chair reading a magazine, *sigh* i wish i could just sit and read a magazine all day.

"What do you want?" She snapped at me. I looked down at my shoes. Really? What did i do for her to talk to me this way? Is it my fault if her life is miserable?

"I'm here to collect my new timetable. My name is Lydia Smith." I answered her question. She looked at me with disgust, she then typed something on her computer with her small, boney fingers. Moments later a piece of paper came shooting out of the printer.

"Here's your timetable, now get out." She demanded whilst handing me my timetable. I left instantly, i didn't want to stay here a moment longer.

I scurried away from reception but not long after, i bumped into something, someone.

My eyes traveled upwards, I saw brown ruffled hair. I was studying their facial features, this person seemed familiar, way too familiar.

I was then distracted by a sharp pain, as this person held my wrists where my fresh cuts were. I winced and he must of seen me. He instantly let go of my wrists.

"I'm sorry, did i hurt you?" He asked me, oh it's Isaac... How didn't i realise?

"I-I'm, fine. I'm sorry for running into you! I wasn't looking where i was going. it won't happen again."

"There's no need to apologise, it was all my fault." He told me.

I didn't say anything.

"You're friends with my sister Allison. I didn't catch your name before." He scratched the back of his head.

"I'm Lydia." I replied.

"That thats a nice name. I must go, believe me i would stay and chat to a beautiful girl but i have things to do." He gave me the most biggest grin, i blushed. He then walked away.

He called me beautiful!

He probably just feels sorry for me.

I can see i'm ugly, everyone else can see. Even my own parents. He was probably just being nice and making me feel better about myself. And it was a nice thought, but i'd rather he was just honest.

As i continued to walk on, i saw Allison a few metres away from me. She walked towards me as i walked towards her.

"Hi." She smiled.

"Hey." I replied.

"So i saw you were talking to my brother!! What about?" Allison asked me.

"Umm nothing really i just bumped into him." I answered her question.

"It didn't look like nothing. And really thats so cliche Lydia. If you like my brother then theres no need to be ashamed and it won't effect our friendship." Allison told me.

"Ok, but i don't like him in that way."

She gave me an unconvinced look, she didn't believe me. She didn't have to if she didn't want to, i knew the truth so it didn't really matter.

"Anyway are you okay?" she asked me. Why is she questioning me about this? It's not like i could answer the question trufully. She would leave, it would scare her away.

"Yes." i instantly replied. That was a complete lie... No i'm not okay, i'm never okay. I don't understand why things are this way, why i'm alone in all of this and most importantly what i've done wrong for people to treat me this way.

"It's just you look a bit pale, thats all." Allison shrugged.

"Oh."

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The day went reasonably fast, but it consisted of the usual. Just people talking about me behind my back, people snickering... Nothing was new, all the insults were the same. They needed to find something new to insult me with rather than just calling me fat, ugly or Emo. They were the most common ones that i get called, people usually associate those three words with me each time they hear them.

But today was a good day, at least better than usual.

I still just couldn't get over how Isaac had called me beautiful and i couldn't help but smile every time i thought about it. Whether he meant it or not, he still said it. And still even hours later, i'm sat here alone smiling about it like an idiot... Why does he have this effect on me? Why has he made such a big impression on me?

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A/N

Really Short i know! But i told one of my friends i would update so here it is <3

ummm not the best of chapters, but i did try so... This is unedited and was actually really difficult to write. I don't update regularly because i need time to think of an idea and how i'm going to write it.

If i'm honest, i feel like this chapter is crap.

Unedited, bound to be mistakes, but thats just how it is.

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