3rd Person POV
The girl ticked her (H/C) hair behind her ear as she pushed her school supplies in her locker. Soon, her friend walked by...Marcel. "Hey, (Y/N)." Craig said. She smiled and looked at Marcel, who was staring blankly at her. "Hi, Marcel." She said, looking down. "Umm...Hi." He greeted, turning toward her. "I have to tell you something." She thought now was a good time of telling him. "What?" He said. "I really like you. And I...I think I'm falling in love with you." She blushed. "Ok..." He said and she stared at him. "'Ok'? What do you mean by 'ok'?" She asked and he rolled his eyes. "I mean Ok..as in I don't like you like that.."
"Why not?" She asked, heart broken.
"I can't tell you. Maybe another time." He turned away and started walking away. Craig looked at you then him then back to you, shrugged and walked away. From then on, the poor girl kept asking her love why he didn't like her the same way and everyday was the same answer that he would tell her later, but today the girl had enough and she stopped the boy. "I'm tired of this! Just tell me why you don't like me!" She grabbed his arm and turned him around, he seemed mad. "Do you really want to know?!" He screamed. "Yes!" "It's because you're not pretty enough! What's the point of going out with someone if they're not pretty?!" He screamed. She loosened up a bit, and stared at him with eyes that leaked tears. "I'm not pretty enough..?" She repeated. "But I.." He sighed. "Just shut up and leave me alone." He snapped and left. She sat down, crying until her phone started to ring. She answered it and did the best she could for sounding like she wasn't crying. "Hello?" She answered. "Hey sweetie, go ahead and head home. I'll be there in an hour." Her mom said on the other end. "Ok." She hung up and started walking home, bad thoughts running through her mind. She went upstairs into her bathroom to clean up until she saw herself in the mirror. She stood there, staring at herself in the eyes and saw her own thoughts being played out as if it was a movie. She leaned on the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. "I'm not pretty enough.." She mumbled, staring herself right in the eyes, saying it over and over. An hour later, her mom came home and heard the upstairs bathroom water running. "Honey?" Her mom called. She went up the stairs and saw that the hall was flooded with what looked like water but didn't smell like water. She knocked on the door, "Is everything alright?" She called. She opened the door and was upset at what she saw. Her little girl was laying in the tub of blood water with scars all over her face and body. The mom was about to run to calm the paramedics when she looked at the mirror that had a note attached to it. The mom ripped off the note and it read:
Am I pretty enough now?
[A/N]: I hope you all know, that if someone dates you just cause of how you look..fuck them. I mean yeah, beauty is one of the reasons they love you but it should be the last. They should love you for your personality, how you are, how you act, how your laugh is and everything cute about you, not just beauty, don't take the first part the wrong way. You're all beautiful but News flash, no ones perfect.
~Claw😎
