Hold Your Head High

[Warning: I wrote this story when I was in 8th grade and I find this extremely sappy and cringeworthy. My writing has definitely improved but I want to keep this story because of the positive message and because of nostalgia as this was my first completed work.]

Hola dear Wattpadders!

This work is something very close to my heart and is very special to me. It is my message to everyone, telling them that they all are special and they should hold their head high no matter what. 

This work is edited by my official editor @ThatBlueChick (That sounds so professional ain't it)! She also helped me a lot with the description! Her writing is flawless and you all should read her book 'A Crazy Cupid Tale' (Link in the external link)! It is amazing and I do not have words for it! So that's why this work is dedicated to her! Thanks a lot for making this a lot better! On the side is the beautiful banner made by her! You are a lifesaver!

And this work is copyrighted so no one can steal this. If you do I will report you. Sorry for being harsh but it needs to be said. And enjoy the story! (Also this cover's made by me so I'm pretty proud of it!)

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::::| Hold Your Head High |::::

"You're so ugly! No wonder the mirror broke!"

"You can't even fit your fat ass through the door!"

"Good for nothing weirdo!"

"Freak!"

All those words, those harsh words were like a jabbing arrow to her heart. A wound piercing all the way to her soul. She dealt with the same insults every single day. That same group of people would surround her and taunt her until she finally weakened and broke down. But she would never show it. Her face would be completely blank. Devoid of emotion. She was so used to the torment that it had become her second nature. And these insults only made her believe that they were actually true. That she was worthless and good for nothing. After all, everyone said so. What reason did she have not to believe it?

Elaina Mills- the broken, ugly, fat, good for nothing, worthless freak. That was what people said she was, and that was what she grew to know herself as. Elaina never noticed all the good things about herself. She believed there were none.

To the rest of the world, Elaina appeared to have no emotions. No feelings. On the inside, though, she was slowly breaking apart. Day by day she felt like a part of her soul was being ripped apart. The worst part was that nobody ever noticed.

And Elaina truly felt the loneliness. Like there was no one in this world who cared for her- not even her parents. She couldn't call her house a home. It was just a place with furniture and occasional visits from two strangers. John and Martha Mills were just two people who brought Elaina to this world- not her mom and dad. They chose to ignore their only daughter, choosing their business trips over her and dwelling in their own busy lives. They didn't know that their daughter was slowly falling deeper and deeper into a dark abyss. They didn't know that she couldn't even stand in front of the mirror without breaking down. That she would loathe herself every single day for being born.

And that she would curl up in her bed, crying endlessly until there were no more tears to spare.

What did she do to deserve this hate? She just wanted to feel loved. To be wanted by someone. To be cared for. But her inner demons had finally managed to convince her that she would never be good enough for anyone, and that no one would ever love her. She carried a painful reminder of this fact on her arms.