Perfect

Eve pressed her lips together, unable to decide if what he had said was out of passion or hatred. She reread the message on her phone as if she could not believe what had happened. She silently dismissed herself from her family laughing and having a good time in her living room. She dashed up her stairway, trying to hold back her tears. When she reached her door she slammed it tightly shut, and sunk to the ground against the door. Was this really happening? She quietly sobbed, hoping nobody could hear her. But the whispers began. Before she could stand up and pull herself together, Her sister's girlfriend broke into the door. " Oh my..- Eve? Are you okay? What in the hell happened down there?!" Eve felt her stomach churn, and she realized she was unable to come clean to the newest member of the household. Before her sister came out as a gay, Eve felt more comfortable around gays. She no longer joked about them, or made rude comments when they walked by. " I-I just-" She manages to break out before weaping into her pillow. "I'm fine.. I swear it!" She told her as she wiped her face all over her pillow, smearing the once perfectly executed mask onto the fine white cotton. But she wasn't. "It was just.. a friend. She told the guy I liked that I was a slut" she stated. But they both knew it wasn't true. Patricia, being the well understanding person she was decided that she needed a moment to breathe. "Alright Hun, but if you need anything you know where to find me." She spoke calmly and exited the room. Then the whispers came again. "Is she okay? What's going on?" "It was just a cyberbully post. She's going to take a nap and wait it over." Maybe that was a good idea she thought. Would that make it better? She laid back and pulled the covers over her tightly. Unable to pass out, she stared at her ceiling. it was only 1:00 on a Saturday. How was she going to fall asleep? She turned to her side and cuddled her bunched up blankets. She shut her eyes tightly, hoping that when she opened them he would be next to her. But he wasn't. Suddenly, footsteps faded in, closing in on her door. She pretended to sleep. The door opened uneasily, and Eve's mother's head popped in. "Eve? U-um were all going to go out to the movies... do you want to come?" Eve rolled over unable to face her mother "Nah, I'm feeling a bit sick. Maybe you should go without me." "Are you sure?" Her mom questioned "Do you need some medicine or anything?" Eve was annoyed that her mother had not just left "No mom, I'm fine. Just go .. have fun." Her mom replied with a quick I love you and left the room. Eve waited in the darkness of her room, besides the stream of light seeping through her windows. She waited to hear the car drive off before she dared to pick up her phone and reread the last message. It was true. The love of her life.. had left her. A tear rolled down her face. What did I do wrong? she thought. She shot up and pondered around her room. "No...no..no.. -" She stopped as she passed her mirror. She looked at herself, a mess. Hair tosseled and makeup running. You see Eve was gifted with beauty. She had stunning features. Everything down to the way she carried herself in public was absolutley perfect. Although Eve had the gift of keeping herself together in public, taking the comments and betrayal on a daily basis she kept it inside. But this.. this was not her. She screamed a piercing cry and she weeped dramatically, throwing herself around the room. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" She yelled, as she punched her mirror. It shattered into hundreds if not millions of pieces. "ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE EVERYTHING YOU WANTED!!" She yelled as she sunk to her knees in a pitiful sob. "Why do you do this to me?" She whispered, knowing nobody could hear her. She examined her bloody knuckles. The pain kicked in and she had realized her wrongings.But a smirk crossed her lips. The insanity had snapped her, and she calmly walked to her drawer and pulled out a pencil sharpener and a screwdriver. She had been 7months clean from everything, and she was willing to throw that all away in an instant. as she pulled out the blade, she laid down onto her bed. A steady flow of tears crossed her face as she carved her skin, so innocent, so pure, so... perfect. She had picked up where her scars had ended. A mixture of blood and tears created a puddle on the ground. "Nobody knows me for me." She says. She stops, and you would think her fight with her demons were done. But she lifted her shirt, and carved a seven lettered word onto her stomach. The pain was numbing at this point, and the puddle became a stream flowing from her wrists to the floor. She had finished the last letter before losing conciousness.

"PERFECT"

~End of Chapter 1~