"Do you ever get the feeling that this life isn't yours?
That you have no control?
That everyone around you is living and you're just Breathing. Watching. Waiting.
For what?"
- S.J.B
School was finally done she walked back home,
She again heard her mother and father fight.
She heard things breaking,
their voices loud,
they were heard half way across the mansion.
This happened everyday,
she silently went into her room,
she cried,
she cried till there were no tears left.
Sometimes all she wanted was to not live this life,
not feel this emptiness,
not be tied up,
she wanted to be free.
She got a text from a guy,
he wanted to take her on a "date".
She knew what this date was,
memories of that night came back.
She shook those memories away,
and replied saying yes.
She knew it was wrong,
but she was the mean girl,
she had to be the slut,
the whore,
That is what was expected from her.
Right?
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MEAN GIRLS |✔
Short StoryThey called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.
