*crackle*
Have you ever wanted to commit suicide? I bet all girls had this feeling.
We girls have some strong emotional feelings. We devote ourselves to something we like so much until we kind of break apart if that thing smash us into pieces.
As if we were made of skyscrapers. As if we made of glass. Brittle. Easily broken.
Let me tell you my story, of despise and betrayal, of love and broken hearts, and how it lead to me doing this vid.
My name is Chloe. I'm a high school student.
Life was pretty much great. During my first year, I was having so much fun with my friends. We went on to parties, clubhouses, swimming competitions, and a lot more. Sleepovers with friends every single day.
It was great. Life was absolutely great.
Until one boy came.
His name was Zach. He just came in last year. With his short cropped blonde hair and his jade green eyes, he looked so...
No, I'm not going to say it. You know the answer to the blank.
He was like the hottest guy in the school. Every girl wanted to date him. Seriously. But not me.
Now my friends abandoned me to him, asking him for a date out. Swooning over him like chicks.
I kind of hate it. Boys and their hotness.
I don't date either. I think it's gross. People using their body warmth to calm the other lover, *spit* that's a lot more worse than sex.
Back to the story. Sorry I'm going a bit off-topic.
He didn't got attracted by my friends. But he got attracted by me.
The first time I heard it, I nearly vomited in disbelief. Me with chestnut hair and murky grey eyes caught his attention? Impossible. I'm a nobody. I'm just a normal girl.
But it was real.
He began to hang out with me. He laughed at my lame jokes. We shared a cup of coffee. We walked together in the park next to my house. He followed me anywhere: to the hospital to visit my grandmother, to a party at my friend house, and a lot more.
We even kissed under the rooftop too.
But those memories are burnt to ashes now. Those bitter sweet memories made me who I am today.
Now all my friends began to tease me. They posted on social media that I was using some crazy spell to attract him. Some of them said that I faked the relationship with him. A lot of people commented on it, some harsher than others.
Those comments made me break. He also dismissed the comments as fake. But it already made a scar in my soul. My very first scar.
My friends had already broke my courage and esteem.
I was cyberbullied for almost a month.
But the second scar broke me in pieces.
The next year, there was another girl. Her name was Sally. She was fresh from the ocean of new batch of students.
She attracted the boys attention easily. She was, according to the boys opinion, stunning. Like a rare treasure been found.
One day, I walked out of class and saw Zach kissing her in the corridor.
I
Was
Heartbroken.
I ran out of the class, without looking back.
If you are watching this, Zach, this video would haunt you into your dreams. You are half the blame of the crime. The fire.
Fire can be the passion in your love. But when it goes out of control, it consumes you whole.
I cried for days, and the bullying takes a more worse turn.
My friends began to tease me, play pranks on me, spread wrong rumors of me. I even got into detention, the principle nearly wanted me to get out of school. My parents did nothing too, because they were busy with their work overseas.
Everyone is abandoning me.
Everyone is pushing me into deep water, with me breathing fire.
I wanted revenge, but I'm still young to do crime. Tried my best to ignore everyone, but they kept on teasing me.
I wanted a normal life.
I didn't want to be dragged into love politics.
So I want to make a stand in this video: don't fall in love when you're young. Or else, you end up like me.
A nobody
Broken into pieces.
Torn down.
Tortured until you go psycho.
Losing your mind.
No hope.
End of the world.
And that's th story on how I ended up here standing in front of a video camera.
With a rope.
Goodbye world.
I'll see you guys in Hell. Hope you go down into Hell, and suffer your torments there.
Especially Zach.
* rope tightened *
* choking sound *
* silence reigned *
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The police found her body and the video. Next to her was a note scribbled angrily:
I will haunt you every single second.
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