Good Girls

13. Good Girls

Vicky got in your face again. She started talking so much shit about you. You didn't care though.

It was when she talked said, "Your best friend would've killed herself if she was here," that you exploded.

You stopped and stared her. All your anger just shot out of you as you spat, "You know what you are? You're a selfish, arrogant little girl who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut.

"You treat everyone like they're a piece of trash and that they're below you. Does that make you happy?

"You thrive on segregation, racism, and persecution. Don't think I haven't noticed how you treat your friends. I've noticed you slamming Sheryl's books onto the floor and making her pick it up by herself, only to let her hold your books too. You don't even invite her to some events your other friends are allowed to, and you don't even let her go to the same bathroom as you.

"And Julie? You've called her such horrid names that are meant to offend her culture. Just because she's Asian doesn't mean she'll do your homework because 'Your parents will beat you if you don't do more work, Lin Lin.'

"Then there's Suzan. She's religious and is proud to be. But since you're an atheist, you don't think like her, and no one can believe in another religion other than prissy ole you, am I right?"

Suzan slowly nodded her head.

You continued, "Yeah, just like I thought. You burned her family bible, which had been passed down from generation to generation. You slapped her whenever she prayed during dinners.

"You are such a terrible person; I don't even know how you have friends. You're messed up. No, you're a prat. One day, your children might be like this—might be an insufferable human being and no one will like them. Don't you hear people talking behind your back because you're so mean to them? Don't you hear all the rumors that spread? Don't you want them to stop?"

She was shaking now as she said, "You don't know me. My parents used to beat me."

"And does that give you the right to do the same thing to others around you? Beat them until they're bloody and nearly dead? You killed my best friend."

"I—I didn't—"

"She killed herself because of you. It was your fault that she took that knife and slit her throat. It was your fucking fault that I had to be the one to find her like that—a bloody fucking mess—because you wanted to make people feel bad about themselves. It was already enough for her when she was self-conscious. You made her feel like the only way to escape all the pain you gave her was by taking her life. So, thank you, you asshole. She's in a better place now, where people like you can't hurt her anymore."