His Golden Rose

Chapter 11

Yasmine's Pov

Lost.

Hopeless.

Empty.

I can't feel anything.

It's been a month since mum passed. My depression is coming back and I haven't eaten, I haven't slept and I didn't bother talking to anyone. I don't bother going to school but I end up going to the last minute.

Dad told me that he and Logan knew when mum's time was up but never told me for my own good.

Two weeks ago was the funeral, I was happy to see some of my cousins, aunts and uncles, even Paige, Rase and Damien was there too but I just stayed quiet. The house has been quiet and cold ever since she left. Dad now works at home instead of going into the office now, he takes care of Logan and I but I haven't been taking care of myself.

When I got back to school, the bullying got worse. Somehow the news about dad not telling me about mum got out and people accused me for all sorts of reasons, no one even helped me besides the girls. I can still hear their voices in my head but the sad part is that I'm slowly believing it.

'I bet your mum didn't tell you because your a disgrace'

'You drove your own mother mad'

'You must've been a cold hearted daughter'

'How could you not take care of her? You must be a selfish bitch'

My curtains are always closed and my windows are always shut, incase Damien comes crawling in. I've been getting text messages and missed calls from him and the girls but I'm sure it's out of pity, I don't want them wasting their time on me.

I got up from my bed and walked into my bathroom.

I looked into the mirror and saw a broken girl with a fake smile. She had dark circles and bags under her eyes and her body slightly getting slim as her skin was sickly pale. I looked down and saw the fresh cuts on my thighs from last night. Ella had sent me a video mentioning the next person who's going to kill themselves because of me was dad.

I knew that wasn't going to happen but my thoughts got to the best of me.

I brushed my teeth and splashed cold water onto my face. I walked out and saw dark clouds coving the sky. Shrugging on my black jeans, black long sleeve and my red velvet jacket. There was no point in doing my hair so I left it down and put a bit of make-up on so I don't look dead. I clicked mum's sapphire necklace around my neck with her white Adidas watch around my wrist. As I put my black converses on, I threw my bag over my shoulder and walk down stairs.

The house was filled with pure silence so I walked into the kitchen only to find a note on the fridge.

Dad wrote on the note saying he's taking Logan to school early because he had to pay the bills for the house and bits from the funeral.

I checked my phone and saw it was nearly eight o'clock. With that in mind I went to the front door and locked it. I slide my glasses on and began walking.

I wonder what my life would be like if I looked more like mum. Would people treated me different? Would they accept me? I decided to take the long way to school which was through the forest. My feet were starting to ache so I stopped near a cliff holding onto a tree to keep me steady.

Your so fat, you can't even walk a half a kilometre without puffing.

I'm trying.

No wonder people hate you so much, your a pig.