And just like that he was gone. Charles and I just got in a big fight. We have been dating for 2 years now. And things are pretty rough. He found out my secret. I cut and starve myself. The worst part is. He caught me in the act. That's what started this big argument. You see, Charles is famous. He has tons of supporters that would love to be going out with him. I don't even see why he cares about me. I'm not skinny. I'm not pretty. I'm not hot. I don't deserve him. And I know that. I can't even log into my twitter or instagram without being reminded that I'm ugly, fat, imperfect, and worthless. I hide all of it from Charles. He already has his hands full with tours and meet and greets. He has no time for me or my problems. He says that I can always come to him. But, it's hard. I try to dtay strong and fight through the pain. But, people can't fight forever. So here I am on the bathroom floor. Again. With a razor in my hand. With the doors locked and water running. Praying that Charles doesn't just decide to show up at my house like he dis last time. I get on my phone. "Ugly." "Fat." "Useless." All these words run through my mind. I decide I'm done. They win. I don't want to be here anymore. I can't be here anymore. I get up ulock the doors and go to my desk. "Charles, I am sorry. I can't do this any longer. You know that. You don't have any time for me. Nobody does. So why take up people's time and money? I love you. To the moon and back. Please stay strong. I know it will be hard. But, I know you will get through it. Find someone prettier, smarter, skinnier, funnier,and hotter than I would ever be. I know you can. I know you will. I will always be with you. - Kenzie❤" Asoon as I was done writing the letter I sat it outside my door. I went in my bathroom. Locked the doors for the last time. Sat up against the cabinets. And slit my writs. Vertically. Right before I did the other arm I heard someone trying to get in. "KENZIE PLEASE DON'T DO THIS LET ME IN!" I ignored it and continued. By tbe time I was done with the second arm, right before I blacked out. I saw Charles, Joey, and Tayler burst through the doors....
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.Please tell me how you like this imagine. Should there be a part 2? I hoped you enjoyed it. Love ya!--MDale
