The Blonde Bitch Syndrome

06. s m i l e

Blood coated the floor of the abandoned locker room while she tried to stifle her sobs. Her body shook violently due to the damage being inflicted on it but she continued.

There was a twisted part in her mind that begged for the pain. It feel good to her knowing that it would really make him and all others angry if they notice the scars pretty little Brittany had embedded on her pretty, little body.

It would make her ugly and him furious. Then he couldn't boost in front of his friends that he had the sole monopoly of banging the hottest girl in the entire school.

She cackled a mad laugh, her wrists soaking the floor in her blood while her right hand dragged the knife towards her left wrist to make the same pattern. On the skin.

She closed her eyes at the hot pain searing via her veins. Her mouth was spluttering, licking her tear stained lips. Her chest heaved in and out in an non uniform pattern while she looked at her reflection on the glass.

Her strawberry blonde hair was a stranded mess. Her face was puffy and red due to the excessive pressure she had put on her facial muscles while crying. Her eyes were soulless, blank.

Sad

With shaking fingers she put the knife back in she sling bag. She cupped her flustered face not caring the red stains forming on her blouse.

She rummaged via her bag searching for the band aid. "I have get it fixed".

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She licked her chapped lips, feverishly holding her bag to her side in an attempt to block out the prying eyes on her bandaged wrist.

She exhaled loudly and made her way through the corridor to her next class. She fished her mind for excuses of how she got her.

Her first plan was to say that she fell down on a sharp object during her cheer leading practice. She shook her head. She had already used that one last week. She kept on thinking for a good one when suddenly, she collided with someone.

She lost her footing and ended up falling face first on the ground. She tried not to cry hard when her injured wrist fell with a jerk.

"Shut I am so sorry!! Jesus are you hurt?"

She again swallowed her tears at the mention of the h-word.

She had to get a grip.

She stared up to find a anxious black haired boy looking at her with a worried expression.

She kept on staring at him not knowing what she should do next.

"I am really, really sorry. Shit!" He outstretched his hand as he looked at her with a hopeful expression. "Take it." She only continued staring at his hand with a monotone face.

Should she take it?

When a certain thought crept on her mind, she immediately took his hand and stood up timidly.

She awkwardly dusted off dust from her skirt. He gave her sheepish grin, pressing his lips together. "I am sorry again. I should have watched where I was going."

She blinked at him. "It's okay. It was my fault anyway."

The air in the corridor was getting awkward as both the strangers did't know what to say more.

He scratched his head, giving her a soft smile that made his green eyes crinkle at its edges. "By the way, I am Marcus."

She bit the inside of her lips."And I am Brittany," she replied stiffly.

As if it was even possible, his smile broadened a few centimetres.

"Brittany?? Like Britney Spears? Woah I love her! Have you seen her new video ma-"

He stopped himself in mid sentence as he realised how stupid he looked in front of her because of his little rant.

She on the other was rather amused than anything else. Her lips automatically curved into something so had never done before.

A smile

She laughed cutely at his embarrassed expression. He lifted his eyebrow as he let out a breath.

" It's okay, I like her too!" she enthusiastically stated remembering the times when her neighbours complained about the blasting speakers.

The bell rang halting their timid talk. Her smile quickly faded away. The mask was on.

"I should go" she dully stated ignoring the pang of sadness when his fall fell slightly at her words.

"Yeah, you are right. We should be going."He again grinned at her before giving her a salute. "Until next time." He called out to her as he walked backwards.

She forgot to speak for a while as she found herself staring hard at his hazel eyes.

They were a gorgeous shade.

"Until next time," she whispered lowly at his retreating figure.

She stared longer than she should as his figure mixed into the hurrying crowd.

She shook her head at her weird actions. And gave a bittersweet smile.

No matter what happens she would still suffer. Little birdies cannot escape their cages so easily. At the end their masters will again have them shackled by the chains.

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A/N

I have edited the chapter at last. As for the pronoun index it is written as follows:

Brittany- she

Male lead (not given till now) - he

Annie - she

Marcus- he