CHAPTER ONE

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BEATRICE' POV

Im beatrice, bea for short. im a simple girl, i love music. i love going out but most of the time i prefer to be alone. i'd rather be alone than to be surrounded by fake people. im 19 years old, im staying at my friend's apartment cause clearly im too broke to purchase my own.

im really thankful that i have her as a friend. i mean i dont know what i would do without her. school is basically hell for me, i hate studying, i hate people, i hate almost everything.  the only thing i love in this world is my dog and pizza.  yeah, i have a dog, his name is Cookie

another day at school.. typical seatworks and endless recitations. im just sitting here trying so hard to understand what our professor is discussing. im actually that one girl in class who pretends to be listening but clearly im daydreaming and no one seemed to notice

i might say i'll do a good actress. is that what's my future's gonna be? maybe not, im not good at anything i dont have a talent. 

"Beatrice." 

my friend whispered. " wanna go get pizza after?"
"hell yeah."
"okay."

after class,  we went to go get pizza. in the middle of ordering the cheerleader in our school walked over to me 

"Eww, why are you so ugly honestly?" she asked
"uhmm, excuse me.. im not a mirror." i replied. 
"isnt she ugly?" she asked my friend. 
"yeah... absolutely eww." - my friend said. 

huh? what? no. how could she do this to me? my one and only friend! now i know that there is truly no one you can trust in this world. you are a fool beatrice. 

"uhh. ill just leave" - i said
"yeah totally, leave. you dont fit to be here" my "friend" said
"and hey?! dont ever come home to my house ever again" - 

WOW..so many fake people, so many fake friends, i hate her gosh!!  she is faker than her cheap plastic plants. 

i walked away.. ashamed. scared of tomorrow, lost in the wilderness, cause it finally hit me. im blinded. i just dont know when im gonna be able to find the light ever again. i failed everything. i failed myself, i failed my country, i failed the world, and last but not the least. i failed my life.

dont worry, my friend.. i promise you will never see me again. i guess this is what i deserve. walking and walking.. suddenly i heard footsteps faster and faster.. i felt pain as something hit my head, i dont really know and before i knew it, i blacked out.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry for my grammar, english is not my first language so pardon me. i hope that you liked the first chapter and see what happens to beatrice in the next chapter 

stay safe lovelies ~

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