Publicity Stunt/ L.H

Chapter One

     How did I go from that 5 year old, always happy and always laughing to... this?
                                                    -Unknown
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  One rule of living a depressed life, never let your thoughts consume you. I was renegade, breaking that one rule. I sat there thinking about of the unknown future for me. I thought about the words that my old classmates, co-workers, back stabbing friends, and even words that my drunk father said as he tried to drink his problems away.

People always say that words don't hurt, but that may as well be the biggest lie known to man-kind. I know that for a fact, I was put in that place. They made fun of my hair, nose, eyes, and anything else that they could point out. Even he did behind my back, not realizing how broken I was, still am, inside.

I should have somehow known that his feelings, his words, and his touch was all fake. The moment it started, it felt unrealistic.

----Flashback----

His hand retracted from mine. I was confused, why was everyone surrounding us with their devices in their hands? He started to head to his friends. Girls around us were pointing at me, giggling to their friends about something that was going to happen. That's when it clicked.

People surrounding him and I, handling their smartphones, the laughter, the giggles, the pointing, the whispers, the mutters and murmurs, it was all directed towards me.

A smirk crept onto his face. His eyes shined in humor,  the humor intended to me. His voiced filled the air, overcoming the quiet voices. "You thought I fell for you, that I care for your being, love even. You got it all wrong. This, this relationship between was all a bet. A bet for a two hundred dollars." His not-so-sweet voice came to a halt for a couple of seconds, but it felt like minutes to me. "I could never fall in love for someone like you, not even if we were the last people on earth. You're too nerdy at school, not to mention the clothes you wear. No guy wants a girl who wears  ripped, trashed band t-shirts. No one wants a girl who's dad is a drunk and can't support his daughter in the things she does. I bet you didn't even realize that I was with  different girls when you thought I was with friends or at work . You mean nothing to me, you were only just a bet."

----Flashback over----

The tears filled my eyes as I worked on doing the dishes. I remember that day as if it happened just a couple of minutes ago, crystal clear. Even if it happened two years ago, it still hurt and affected me today. I can't trust barely anyone, the ones who I can, are the ones who were there before, during, and even after it happened.

I'm stronger then before. I know how to chose who I trust. I can protect not only myself, but I can protect others. That day was a ending to something old, and a start to something new.

Just because I'm stronger than before, doesn't mean that I don't wish to go back, way back. To the days where my mother stay was still here, my father wasn't an alcoholic, where I didn't have a care in the world. Those days where I wanted to be in America, when I was five.
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Here's my first chapter. I know it's short, but it means a lot to me. Not because I experienced it, I haven't, it's because I wrote it, it may be short, but I still should appreciate the smallest things.

I wish you all like this chapter, and I apologize for the mistakes you read.

In every post, I want to ask you a question.

Today's question: What is one experience you will never forget?

My answer: Meetings my best friends. I may have not connected with them at first, but we grew together.

This chapter is dedicated to Karaleno3 for being the bestest, and dealing with me in general.

Date: 03/25/16