unexpected - b.w.s

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Unexpected - Chapter 17

I walked lazily over to my record player, and put the pickup down on 'The 1975's record.

I lay down on my bed, while 'robbers' were playing through the speakers, of my black record player.

I've been trying to get Brad out of my head, but I couldn't. I couldn't forget about our kiss. I couldn't forget about his lips. I couldn't forget about how I wanted to feel them against mine again.

My thoughts are interupted by my Phone, beeping from my night stand.

I took it and saw that it was a Facebook notification, telling me i was tagged in something.
What could it be? I was never tagged in anything, ever. I went in to Facebook, and my heart sank to my stomach. It was two pictures of me and Brad. In the first picture it was taking in the park, where Brad was hugging me. The other was of me and Brad... Kissing.

What a creeper, to take photos like that.

I look up on the profile picture, though my vision is already blurry, because of the tears. The face looks familiar. But I don't know where I've seen her from. Amy Summers. I don't know the name, but the face looks like someone form our school.

Suddenly it hits me.

~

"He was just A-MAZING!" The one girl said.

"You're so lucky! Brad is like the hottest guy on the School."

Wait. Are they talking about that Brad who was talking to me?

"I know! He was just so sexy." She
smirked.

"Oh, i bet" The other girl said.

~

She was the one who apparently just had sex with Brad.

I looked up at the capiton and it said. "Looks like the new girl is trying to hit it of with my boyfriend. Pathetic. Who does she even think she is."

Wait? Does Brad have a girlfriend?!
Why haven't he told me? Why did he kiss me when he have a girlfriend?

I couldn't believe it. Is it even true?
It can't be.

...but it clearly was.

A tear fell down my right cheek. My lips started to shake. I wanted to dissapear. The known feeling was coming back. I tried to calm down, but I couldn't. It was too much to handle.

I read the comments, and they were even worse than the caption.

Omg, how pitiful.

What a total slut.

I just sat and watched, while the comments kept on coming.

Eww, I feel bad for Brad.

She's so cheap.

She did it Probably just because she was lonely.

I started to think they were right. I was feeling a bit lonely.
But could they not see, that it was Brad who were kissing me, and Brad who were hugging me. Not the other way around.

But how could someone do that?
How could someone possibly say that to another person. Or write that.

I put my phone away, and burried myself in a huge pile of pillows.

Everything went quiet, I couldn't even hear the music, but now all I could hear, was the sound of people reading the comments out loud. It was getting louder and louder.

One word espesially echoed in my head.

Slut,

Slut,

Slut...

I tried to ignore it but it was to hard, now I couldn't take it any more.

I went out to the bathroom, and took the razor from the shelf. I was shaking, because of my crying, but that didn't stop me. I placed the icecold shiny metal in my skin, and then I slowly moved the razor in a straight line just above my wrist, and right under some off my old cuts, that were now just scars. Blood flow out almost instantly.

I wasn't thinking about the pain. Or how stupid it may be.
I felt a little better, and nothing should stop me from feeling better.