I smiled at my boyfriend Jeremy and he smiled his toothy grin back at me.
Suddenly his phone rang and he looked at the caller id before turning to me.
"Sorry princess, gotta go take this call. You should meet me back at your house, ok? This might take long" he said.
"Ok, see ya baby" I said, still smiling.
He smiled again before jogging off, putting his phone up to his ear.
I walked out of the school and practically skipped over to my car.
When I got in my car, I got on my phone to check twitter because my phone had been going off repeatedly for about 5 minutes.
My eyes widened at what I saw.
DM from PegasusGirl:
Are you that girl who dates Jeremy?
Kirstie Maldadont: Um, yea?
Kirstie Maldadont: Who are you?
PegasusGirl: I'm someone you don't want to know
Kirstie Maldadont: Um..
PegasusGirl Sent A Photo
(A/N: The photo is of Kirstie standing in front of a mirror with Jeremy and some other girl making out in the back)
I looked closely at the picture before I saw it.
My boyfriend and some other girl making out in the back.
How had I never noticed it?
I felt a tear run down my cheek, and I wiped it off, not wanting to ruin my makeup.
I started to drive back to my house, but quickly remembering that Jeremy was supposed to come to my house later on.
I sent him a text saying I didn't feel well, which was the truth basically.
When I got home I practically ran into my bedroom, wiped my makeup off as quick as I could, ran downstairs to get some ice cream, and a spoon, and then started to cry.
I was sobbing my eyes out, trying to eat the ice cream, but ice cream with salty tears just don't really taste good together.
***
After I had finished crying and eating ice cream I went upstairs to clean myself up and put something new on that wasn't drenched in tears.
When I looked in the mirror all that I could see was Jeremy and that girl kissing.
I din't realize what I was doing until I felt the pain.
I saw a huge crack in the mirror and saw some glass on the sink.
I started sobbing even more, but this time I felt like I couldn't breath.
And that's what happened every time I looked in a mirror.
***
The doctors couldn't find a medicine for me so they sent me to a place for people with phobias.
I'm Kirstie Maldonado, I'm 16, and I'm diagnosed with depression and Catoptrophobia, fear of mirrors.
A/N
This is what queen Kirstie looks like
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