Monday again.
You are as cruel as ever.
I don't know what I expected.
Today, you put pictures of me in everyone's lockers.
Captions defining me; forever painting a different truth from the one you know.
Different people judging me based on the lies you create; ruining the only hopes I had of having something that resembled a normal school life.
Then again, nothing is ever normal with you around.
Such a slut. I wonder how her father can even stand being in the same room with her.
It hurt.
The realisation that anyone could have wrote it.
And that anyone being you.
Why?
Because that was the picture you took of me.
Because you had been the only one I'd told— that my mother was gone. That I lived with that man.
And you chose to use it against me.
Rub salt into the wounds you know would hurt the most.
And all you do...
All you do is smile.
Call me fat again.
Can't you see?
I'm getting skinnier.
Is it not enough?
YOU ARE READING
timeless
Short StoryShe was one who used to smile, who used to be happy. A dream that eventually crumbled to pieces, leaving behind nothing but nightmares and a world full of pain. He was one who had been angry, who still was so, so angry and so, so lonely. He was the...
