Wardrobe (✔)

Her White Tee

A girl. Just a normal girl, that honestly, isn't even worth describing. She's not butt ugly or anything. I mean, she can be okay at times, but most of the time, I'd rather look away. Everyone's thinking it of course, but who would say that to her face? Good thing I'm here to tell her.

She would walk to school miserable everyday. She'd tell herself that she's a badass, and can take anything that comes her way; but she's a liar. A fat one, too.

Once she actually got to school, all she'd get were cold stares. At least that's what she thought. It was true at times, although today wasn't the case. A lot of kids thought she couldn't understand a word they said, so they spoke freely. Others just looked. But what really set her off, were the whispers and murmurs she'd hear in the halls.

"I wonder what they're saying about you.." I'd always say.

She'd never reply back. She'd usually sniffle, or something like that. But on that day, she shook it off. And oh boy, that bothered me. So I tried again.

"They're laughing at your shirt. I knew you should've worn the hoodie instead. Look at how ugly it makes you look. I mean, you were ugly to begin with, why make it any worse?" I'd chuckle. She looked down at her shirt, cursed under her breath, and nodded, agreeing. She acknowledged me. This is where it gets fun.

The hallway was busier than usual that day, and everyone was scrambling around, trying to get to their classes. She was just standing there as second thoughts rushed through her mind. Looking at her white tee. Seconds later, a guy bumped into her, staggered a bit, then eventually found his footing. His facial expression was soft, and I could tell his mind hasn't been tampered with yet. When I say that, I mean he's still sane. Well, it's only a matter of time until that changes. But anyways, all he did was open his mouth. Before words could spill out, she ran.

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She was in the bathroom now. Well "we", I suppose. It was empty. Lucky for her, I guess. She was pacing back and forth, pulling at her hair, and panting, as she was trying to figure out what to do about her shirt.

"You idiot." I exclaimed. "Why'd you run away? At least let me have some fun. You know how much I love seeing you humiliated! You're so selfish. Selfish people like you shouldn't even exist. People like you shouldn't even be allowed to breath. And you alone, are a waste of space."

She stopped walking. Her tremoring hands turned into fists.

"Enough!" She shouted. She was loud. Everything that she's been holding in just spilt out. And I had a feeling that, that was just a quarter of it. When my subjects reply, that's when I usually back down. "Just get out of my head! I don't want this anymore, I don't need this! Why me, why is it always me?"

For the first time in a long time, she fell to the floor, curled up into a ball, fell on her side, and began to weep. She wept, and wept, until she eventually wept herself to sleep on the cold bathroom floor. I know what you're thinking. "Just a white tee." But this day, is when everything started going from bad, to worse.

Enough about her though. Now it's just you and me. Who am I exactly? You've probably already met me. And if not, then you're extremely lucky. But don't worry. You'll meet me eventually.

I'm a universe. A landscape. Filled with your greatest dreams, aspirations, goals, worries, fears, thoughts, and nightmares. I know everything about you. I'm your best friend, and your worst enemy. I'm almighty. I have the power to build you up, and break you down. Anything I say, can be enough to take your life.

So, who am I? Well, that's for you to decide.