Bianca Blackwell

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I stared in shock at Bianca, the school diva, in tears, alone in a supply closet. I sat down next to her and asked her what's wrong. "everything, I am just not good enough for Keaton, or my mom, or anyone." she says, I can hear the desperation in her voice. I tell her, " your Bianca Blackwell, your resumee is longer than most people's here will ever be. She looks up, " I know but, Alya is right, I just got those jobs because my mom is a casting agent, Alya is the talented one, that's why my mom likes her more than she likes me." I just sit there and put my arm around her, and let her cry, because I am not good at advice. I just know I need to be there for her.

* At first I liked Miles because he was kinda cute, but now I know he is so much more, and that is why I know he will never like me, because I am just me, and well I am not good enough* ~Bianca

I sat with Bianca, until she let everything out, all of the pain she had kept locked up inside of her. I comforted her the best I could, and let her know I was there for her. I never would have guessed that Bianca Blackwell was so insecure, and I felt bad for her. I feel bad for the little scared girl who could only feel good about herself when she was tearing others apart. I feel bad for the little girl who's mother would call her Bee, and who's friends would not understand her. I felt bad for the girl who only longed for something she could never have, her mothers approval, and more importantly, her own. At first I thought Bianca was just insecure, but than I realized it was so much more, when I saw the scars. She wore bracelets to hide them, and would sometimes get creative about where she would put them. 

*I can't believe how badly I judged Bianca*~ Miles

I feel shaken as Bianca and I walk out and head in separate directions, I look at her and I know I can't look at her in the same way. I want to tell someone, but I know I can't, the same way I can't tell anyone I am sick. It might make her feel weak, and I do not want to hurt her more than she does to herself.

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