Paint

~Chapter Two: The Perks Of Facebook~

~Chapter Two: The Perks of Facebook~

From the bathroom, if you turned left than three room sat in a curved line along the hallway. It went from my big brothers room, to my parents, and then my own. I held the thin fabric of the navy blue towel to my chest so it wasn't in danger of coming loose.

Taking a leap of confidence, my big 11 inch feet move forward, striding towards my room. That's when I heard Netflix turn off in my brothers bedroom. His name is Cole. With a pounding heart, my hand that was holding my towel dropped and opened my door. I slammed it shut.

"Seriously Cole!" I heard a soft snicker outside my door. Idiot. I dropped my towel. Walking to my sliding door closet, I opened it and let my eyes rake over the dull and plaid button-up shirts. God I was boring. It is so painfully impossibly true.

I felt my lips turn down, thrusting apart the cluster of white hangers in the middle of my closet. My fingers locked around a flowery vintage black top. I turned to my dresser getting a bra, undies, and capri jeans. I got them on and turned to my full body mirror. My nose scrunched up once again.

Fattie. Bitch. Retard. Idiot. Lesbian.

Insult after insult played like a broken record inside my head. That was a perk of ADHD. You can never stop moving or thinking. I shook my head and took the pony tail holder off of my wrist. I got a fistful of my hair in my hand and tied it tightly to my head, fitting in a small braid around it.

My heart jumped a little as I heard my phone's notification sound go off. Few strides later, I was over by my night stand and grasping my phone, I clicked the top of it. It lit up with Eddie Redmayne's face on the lock screen. Seeing him brought a small smile to my face.

A few years back, my father made me watch Leś Miś. Eddie Redmayne had been casted for the role of 'Maríce' and I've loved him ever sense. I wish I had the love like Cośette and Maríce.

Swiping my finger to the right, I punched in the pass code, my home screen popping up. It was the usual pop up banner from Facebook. I sighed and tapped the blue and white icon. It instantly took me to a picture I had put up of Cole and I by Big Ben.

In the section next to it, there was a one lined comment. Silently, my eyes trained on it. Clearly stating, 'Paint, why don't you do yourself a favor and kill yourself? Oh and don't forget that faggot of a brother too!'

My chest tightened in pain and my face pinched up with anger. I let my phone drop from my hands with a clatter. Before one glance at the screen, I knew it was cracked. As I did, I picked it up and peered down at the bullet-like-crack in the corner. My heart dropped and I looked closer to see the name. Crispin Robbins.

The schools bad boy.