The days still went on. She still went on. She couldn't bear anything. The bullying had gotten worse. The bitches couldn't keep their mouths shut and kept harrasing her and called her a loser.
How could they even? As if they had gone through the same. They judged her mercilessly. No wonder she had been ever so broken. No one could understand her pain. Every single day this happened. She cried. And cried and cried.
Until the tears just wouldn't fall. Her thoughts were overly messed up. Only now, they couldn't bear her pain and let go of the steering wheel, letting her heart take control as they watched her sympathetically.
The funeral was incomplete. Too many of the people bailed out last second, which only allowed her sorrowness to build up even more.
People were stupid. She realised that now. Aaliyah had just about enough with all of them. 'Humans are unforgiving bastards. They can't understand anyone's but their own pain.' Thoughts like these circled her brain like roller coasters having too many passengers screaming. 'Although, I'm the same as them.'
Then the clock hit twelve.
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Short StoryAaliyah Matthews was an optimistic and charming young female, that 'was' has more meanings than I can say.
