MIRRORS.

Chapter 8

Chris' POV

I swear I feel guilty beyond comprehension. I can't eat, sleep, think.... I barely even wanna breathe! I swear I didn't intend on shit to happen that way. As far as I was concerned, I was supposed to cancel our date, then we were gonna corner Kairo in the alley to rub me and Makayla's "relationship" in her face. She didn't say shit about jumpin' her!

All I could do was watch... I wanted to stop it so bad, but I'd rather have her still breathing than having Makayla crazy ass kill her. I may sound selfish, but I really do care for Kairo more than I realized before this incident.

You may be thinking I'm crazy and I'm really the bad guy, but if you could see everything through my point of view, you'd understand why I couldn't stop them.

I've been trying to go to sleep for the past 30 minutes, but my conscious is eating me alive. Plus, I'm worried as fuck about Kairo.

I keep getting this feeling in my gut... deep down... Something's telling me that Kairo's gonna hurt herself again, but even worse this time.

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Kairo's POV

I finally got off of the bathroom floor, walking to the mirror.

I stared at my reflection for a while. All I saw was a fat, ugly, girl. I hated myself... everything about myself.

"It's your fucking fault!!" I yelled at my reflection before punching the mirror.

The mirror shattered into bits and pieces, blood gushed from my hand, but I didn't give a fuck.

I thought for a minute and started to wonder about my mom. I loved her dearly but... I can't take it anymore. I still think I should at least leave a note. I went and grabbed a sheet of paper and an ink pen, I began to write the note;

"Dear mama,

if you're reading this you've probably already found my body. I just couldn't take the constant ridicule I got at school anymore. Yes, I was being bullied and I didn't tell you. I knew if I would've, you would start a riot. Anyways, I love you. Don't worry about me, I'm in a better place.
           
                                 Love, Kairo"

My tears and blood left many stains on the paper. I still placed it on my dresser and went back to the bathroom.

I went over to the tub, turning the knob to cold so it would be icy; I deserved to suffer.

When the tub was finally full, I got one of the big glass shards from the mirror and stepped into the icy cold water. I kept my clothes on so whoever found me wouldn't have to look at my disgusting body.

"Oh my God..." I gasped as I stepped in.

I finally sat down completely, getting used to the coldness. I started to think about finally getting the peace I wanted. No more bullying, suffering, Makayla, or Chris.

Chris....

I do hate that I have to leave him, but he never cared anyway.

Thinking of the serenity I'd finally have brought a smile to my face. I slowly brought the shard of glass to my arm. I slowly carved the word 'BEAUTY' into my left forearm.

Beauty... That's all I've ever wanted. If I was beautiful, none of this would've happened to me!!

I watched as my blood slowly mixed with the water. I then realized how long this method was gonna take, so I decided to take a different approach.