gym.
ugh.
I walked into the locker room and threw on a pair of tight red shorts and a white shirt that had my schools logo on it. I seriously hated my gym uniform.
I slipped the pills in my pocket...just because.
I tied up my hair in a messy ponytail and started to jog.
jogging.
how do I explain?
you start off confident. you think 'hey maybe I'll show all of these people off and be really fast! maybe I should stay really fit!'. thirty seconds later your thoughts are splattered everywhere and you're out of breath and you feel like you can't breathe.
it was thirty seconds.
sweat dropped down my face and I felt gross.
I jogged and as my hand swept across me I realized something.
the pills.
one little pill won't hurt right??
as I was jogging I looked around and made sure nobody was watching me and that's when I slipped it in my mouth.
it dissolved in seconds and for some reason, I could run and I was fine.
...
the school days passed by normally, I even forgot I had been on the habit of taking the pill every morning.
yeah that's right, every morning.
one day I was standing by my locker, ready to pop another one, when two hands spun me around.
"brendon?!" I asked, shocked to be looking at him.
he had on a pair of the usual tight black pants, a tight white shirt, and a black leather jacket.
((lol sound familiar, possessed readers?))
"Kaity- you have to stop taking those. I've seen you taking them. look I know we can't talk which is stupid but i don't want to get you in trouble. just stop taking them"
that's when I started rocking back and forth.
memories of brendon and I pushing each other on swing sets and long hard practices for pageants flooded my mind.
that's when everything went black, and Brendon caught me.
"HELP!!"
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BEAUTIFUL - BRENDON URIE
Fanfiction•mama said, 'you're a pretty girl, what's in your head, it doesn't matter...'• • *this story name has been changed from pretty hurts to beauty killer*
