Kidnapped by the gangleader (DISCONTINUED)

Perfect

I lean against the bottom of the bed, my bottom numb from sitting on the cool marble surface for what seems like hours.

Tears sting my eyes, burning my pale skin as they glide effortlessly down my face and drip onto my white button up shirt. Days of fustration, fear and longing to be safe at home with my brother all pent up inside, finally come out like a gushing waterfall.

My body racks with sobs as I furiously wipe my tears and stand up,wobbling slightly before regaining my balance. I stumble up to the full body mirror and take in my appearance, wild brown hair tangled up from running my hand through it too many times, disheveled clothes crumpled and tear stained, a red blotchy face with snot and tears marring my features.

I think back to what Cole said, at the time it all just flew over the top of my head but now I have time to process it, I've realise how hard those words have hit me.

'Oh you wanna play that card do you, the 'oh look at me I'm a rich bitch who just got shown what life is really like and isn't getting what she wants for once so I'm gonna throw a bloody tantrum because that's the only thing I know how to do!''"  I gasp and stumble backwards a little, seething in anger as he stares at me with a mocking gaze.

"Well guess what princess, life isn't all sunshine and rainbows like you think! It's a cruel place filled with greedy power hungry people and murderers who only know how to kill and won't give a second glance to someone like you when stabbing you to death in the goddamn car park of a 24 hour chipotle restaurant, so listen to me princess and listen hard," he walks forward and grips my arms painfully while I squirm and hold his icy gaze.

I glare at myself in the mirror, feeling a sudden burst of self-loathing and anger. I take my fist back and smash it against my mirror at full force, my vision already blurry with tears and now making it harder to focus on my cracked reflection.

"Aghhhh, Fuckity fuck shit fuck haaaaaa," I whisper harshly in between strangled breathes, clutching my bloody knuckles in my other hand which was now dripping with blood too.

"Savannah? What happened, open the door!" Yells Cole, his voice slightly muffled by the hardwood door.

"Please Savvy, look we're really reaaally sorry for all of this," I hear Ty join in knocking on the door repetitively as if his life depended on it, "Cole is just a big bipolar baby, ignore him and come out and we can listen to one direction together!"

I hear a smack and a light groan come from Ty.

"Just leave her, she's obviously just doing this for attention like the spoiled rich bitch that she is." I hear Cole say mockingly before their heavy steps fade away and everything goes silent again.

I fold my lips over and muffle another sob, my mind flashing back to when I was in high school and my parents had said the same thing about me.

FLASHBACK

I sit in the counsellors office, fumbling around with my shirt sleeve and gnawing away at my stubby nails.

My parents sit across from me, quietly mumbling to themselves and looking at anywhere but me.

"Isn't it obvious, she's doing it all for attention Thomas!" I hear my mother whisper a little louder than she meant to, my dad who I liked slightly better than my mum just glared at her slightly before turning his attention to me and looking at me with sad eyes.

"Savvanah Henessy," I hear the tall blonde receptionist say, before she walks ahead of us towards a plain white door, slightly open already with light pouring out.

"Come in," I hear a firm manly voice speak before my mother quite literally shoves me into the room and slams the door shut behind me.

I stumble and flush under the mans curious gaze, before looking up shyly and blinking at him.

"Hello there, come sit," he says gesturing towards a worn out leather sofa directly across from his big mahogany desk.

"Hi," shy 14 year old Savannah mumbles, awkwardly perching herself on the edge of the sofa.

"Well let me introduce myself then, my name is Damien, I'm 45 years of age I currently have strange craving for tea and biscuits," he says furrowing his bushy grey eyebrows, making me giggle lightly.

"My name is Savannah, I'm fourteen and sitting here because my parents hate me." I say bluntly losing all traces of humour, focusing on the dust particles floating around the room as Damien watched me under his calculating gaze.

"Hate you? Isn't that a little extreme?"

"No."

"Well why do they 'hate you'?" He says balancing his head on his knuckles, twiddling a pen between his fingers.

"Because I'm not perfect."

END OF FLASHBACK

I stumble backwards and plop back down onto the floor, staring at my shattered reflection in the mirror.

"I'm not perfect. And that's okay." I chant, standing up and gaining newfound courage,"Because real girls aren't perfect and perfect girls aren't real."

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Nobody's perfect, not you or me - but never change yourself because of what others think of you. Don't hide and be someone your not, because who you are may not be perfect but you are human. And humans are imperfect creatures who feed off of other people's flaws, and sometimes don't think about their own. And some people think too much about their flaws. Nobody is perfect or flawless, you are simply human.

So remember, real PEOPLE aren't perfect and perfect PEOPLE aren't real.

Llamas are perfect tho, llamas slay❤️