Bad Girl In Disguise (SAMPLE) I ✔

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Melody's P.O.V
1 year ago

I wish I could say I was beautiful. I wish I could say that I was confident in my own skin. I wish I could say that I was one of the perfect girls.

But the only reason I don't wear make up is to not attract attention. I don't need attention. Although, if someone promised me I would look twice as beautiful with make up, I would do it in a heartbeat.

I sighed as I look at myself in the mirror. I look too young. I look like a middle school kid and I know I will get bullied.

I know I shouldn't care. But I do care. And I hate myself for it.

At school, the only face that greets me with a smile is Lucas. He is everything I'm not. He is confident and dangerous. He is beautiful but deadly.

He is everything I envy.

I have a suspicion that Lucas only likes me because of my fake self. The mask I put on outsidr of school to feel better about myself. The badass girl I've always wanted to be. The girl I can never be.

"Hi Melody," Lucas says, his heartstopping smile in place. I smile back and we walk together inside.

I killed my crush for him ages ago. I stabbed it until it gave up. Until it learned that this is never going to happen. Lucas doesn't love me. He loves the fake I am outside.

"Lucas, I- "

I was cut off with a slap to the face. The force knocked me over and I am left sprawled on the ground. I gasp as the stinging pain brought tears to my eyes.

"You little bitch."

I looked up slowly and was face to face with the school bully. The Queen that seems to be in every highschool. The girl that is powerful because of her wealth and beauty. I've always found a part of myself jealous. They don't have to constantly look over their shoulder. No one dares messing with them

"I told you to stay away from him," she snarled. Her beautiful auburn hair is falling down her shoulders, draping her skin as she bends down to look at me. I whimpered in pain.

I hate myself for being weak. I hate that I can't fight back. I hate that I let myself be tortured over and over. It's all my fault. It's always my fault.

"P-please... I'm s-s-sorry, I-I'll leave him a-alone...," I stuttered. All of my self control went to to not crying. That is the only thing I'm good at.

"You never listen, do you?" she said, hatred pouring from her voice. "Just one little thing, and you can't do it? Pathetic."

But it isn't a little thing. In this pit full of vipers, losing my only friend will kill me. It will crush everything inside me and pulverise me. It will make me slowly crumble, until I am nothing.

I can't lose Lucas.

"H-He's my o-only friend...," I said weakly. I have no doubt that my cheek will bruise by tomorrow.

"Do I look like I give a fuck?" she spat. I shrunk even further. I want the earth to just swallow me. To take me now. What is the point of all this? I'm useless here. I can't even make one friend.

I look around and see Lucas. He's fighting 2 jocks, trying to get to me. But the Queen herself went to him and whispered something in his ear. He stiffened and his eyes shot to me, dread and horror filling the lovely blue orbs.

She ran a finger through her neck. That's it. She's going to kill me. And the sad thing is, I wouldn't mind. I hate my life. I hate everything in it. If I have a chance at another life through death, I would do it in a heartbeat.