Sleeping Belle

Prologue

Once upon a time there was Belle.
A girl of beauty. The kind of beauty that could not be shown from the outside. Her heart held all the beauty that was too precious to see.

No one ever talked to Belle, no one ever mentioned her name (except if they were to tease her).
Why did they tease her? Because of the way she loved to dress. She always wore a torn leather jacket that was way too large for her small body, her long black hair was always pulled back into a messy ponytail, she wore Converses with stockings that showed off her black skirt. She always walked awkwardly through the halls by herself, seeming as if her legs would allow her to topple over any second.

Her face was sad, just sad. No one knows what happened to Belle, no one even knows her last name. She was always teased and badgered by her peers and they never seemed to stop. The kids never thought about her feelings, only theirs. They continued to tease.

Retard.

Stupid.

Whore.

Ugly.

One fateful day, it was pushed too far.

During lunch, Belle sat at the table at the far side of the cafeteria. Whispers of hatred surroynded her than before she knew it, kids threw their lettuce and tomatoes from their burgers at Belle. She soon began to get tired of the mess when one of the students was brave enough to throw his milk at her. It landed all over her plate, destroying her lunch. She looked to see who threw it. A boy with brown hair and blues stood there smirking.

"UGLY BELLE!!!" He shouted. This encouraged the entire cafeteria.

"UGLY BELLE!" "UGLY BELLE" "UGLY BELLE"

Belle ran out of the lunch room. She paced through the hall and ran to the bathroom. She walked inside and then closed the door. Tears still falling, she walked to the mirror that was above the sink. She looks deep into the amber eyes that were staring back at her.
I'm not pretty, She thought, I'm ugly.

Smashing the mirror with her fist, she picked up a one the shards that fell.  She aligned the sharp piece to her wrist.

I'm anything but Beauty.

She began to cut.

She kept cutting deeper, deeper, deeper. A dark shade of crimson began to flow onto the floor.

Her world began to darken.

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But the leaves of the rose haven't fallen just yet.

There's a story to be told, no one will forget.

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