I watched out the window of my room. All the happy people walking around, smiling and laughing...
Just look at them, they have it good, don't they?, I thought to myself.
Anna's heels clicked through the hallway and stopped at my door.
"Peyton? Lunch is on the table." she said, knocking on the door lightly.
"Okay." I said with my raspy voice that was almost gone.
I wrapped a blue blanket around my shoulders and walked downstairs. Zayn and Anna were sat at the kitchen table, eating sandwhiches. I took my seat and stared at my peanut butter sandwhich.
I could feel the silence come around me.
Anna mumbled to Zayn about something and he nodded.
"Peyton." Anna spoke, breaking the silence.
I looked up at her. "Yeah?"
She cleared her throat. "The boys are coming over for a movie tonight."
Her voice echoed throught the strangely quiet house.
I swallowed hard. "O-okay."
"We're watching Forrest Gump cause Niall wanted to. If that's okay with you." Zayn explained.
"That's fine." I managed to squeak.
Zayn nodded and Anna stared at her almost empty plate.
I pushed my plate away and walked to my bedroom. Leaning against the wall as I walked, I kept an expressionless face and sat down at the vanity.
"Not good enough. That's what you are, Peyton. Imperfect only begins to describe you." My brain kept telling me.
I rubbed the tired from my eyes and rested my head on my fist. I continued to stare into the blue eyes of the girl in front of me. She wasn't like I thought she was.
"What's wrong with you, Peyton?" I cooed as I placed my hand on the mirror.
A familiar tingling of bells caught my attention. Buckles jumped in my lap and wagged his little tail at me.
"I'm overreacting to this, aren't I Buckles?" I said.
He yipped.
"I know I am. I'm stronger than this. I made it this far. I can take this."
"You can." Zayn's voice rang.
Buckles jumped down from my lap and Zayn walked in a sat on my bed.
"He's just one guy, Peyton. There other people out there." He said.
I turned away from him and sighed. "But there's none like him. That's the problem."
"There someone better than him, though."
I slammed my hand on the vanity. "No. No there's not, Zayn. He's perfection itself and I wasn't the right one. He needs someone with a better past than mine. He doesn't need to deal with a sob story like me. I'm just a charity case. Nothing special, nothing important. Just a sad excuse for a human. That's all I am."
He opened his mouth and held up his finger. "I-I... Peyton.." He stuttered.
I turned away and held back tears as he walked away, shutting my door. I walked to the closet and pulled out a purple tank top and jean short-shorts. I grabbed my blue sports bra and walked to the master bathroom. I set my clothes on the sink and took a hot shower to relax my body. I got out a wrapped my hair in a towel and put on my clothes. It was 3:56. I walked downstairs and sat on the couch. After playing Mario Cart on the Wii, I turned on my favorite show, Girl Code.
"Hey Peyton." Anna said and sat beside me.
"Hi." I said.
"How are you?"
I shrugged and the doorbell rang.
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