Unwanted

Chapter 19

It’s already Friday, man can time fly! It feels like just yesterday I felt Brandon’s lips against mine, how there were still sparks, how his lips are so soft like he moisturises them. I couldn’t help but smile as I walked from the bus stop home, I wish Brandon were here, at my school, living on my street. How I miss him when he’s not here, it just kills.

As I walk into the house I hear some noises, it sounds like whispering, which is weird because only Anna, and probably Bob are here, so why would they whisper? I swear everybody has been acting weird lately. I think for a moment, just thinking ‘should I interrupt like usual?’ or ‘should I just go eat?’ I decided to eat, because I’m kind of hungry, I haven’t eaten since lunch, and that was 2 hours ago. Yeah you could say I’m a fat ass but I didn’t care how much I ate.

“Rose? Is that you?” I hear Anna call my name, so now she decides to talk.

“Yeah it’s me.” I say blandly, like I have no emotion in my tone at all.

“Ok, have a snack then do your homework please!” she calls, I mumble alright but I don’t think she heard, oh well. I grab an apple, and a cookie. I grabbed my bag and ran up stairs to my room to do lame homework, but first I need to check facebook.

I checked facebook first, I had 3 messages, and 5 notification, I decided to look at my messages first, when I read them I totally regretted it all.

1st message, Brandi: Hey Slut! I know I said we were friends but tbh I fucking hate u, I can’t believe you said I slept with another guy while I hav a boyfriend, ur such whore! I mean how many guys hav u slept with? 10! Btw don’t ever look, talk, or think ur as cool as me again nd pls but some less revealing clothes on, u dirty whore! Oh nd btw look at my wall ;) bye slut.

I read that over and over till I could comprehend what just happened, I never said anything about her sleeping with other guys, I look at her wall to see what she posted. I almost shitted myself as well, I couldn’t believe what she posted. I decided to look at the second one now; hopefully it’s not too bad.

2nd message, James: Uh hi, so I heard some things, like you gave a guy an STD? Like the hell? That’s gross I cant believe I liked u at one point that’s sick how many other guys have u giving STD’s to like dude get a life u whore!

I started to cry, why were people saying this about me? I couldn’t help but ready the others, they basically saying the same stuff, but instead they said I slept with a 20 year old, gave him ads, and then slept with 15 other guys who I gave a type of disease. By now I was crying I couldn’t believe this, I thought people liked me not thought I was a slut, and a whore with diseases. I checked my notifications; the first one was from Brandi.

Brandi: ewe Rosie is such a slut like who the hell sleeps with 15 guy’s nd a 20 yr old?! That’s sick Rosie! U whoreeee go back to loserville!

I didn’t know what to do, I just bursted out into tears, I’ve never been bullied before, and it sucks! I read all the comments, and they were just as mean as the comment, I hated all of this bullying, I don’t even know what I did to get this. All I want to do is go climb in a dark hole where no one could find me, where I could just get away. I couldn’t tell Anna about this, she’d freak and stress her out even more. Even though I’d have to go to school tomorrow, I’m pretty nervous, the only friends that I have now is Sophie, Kylie, and Brandon, but at least they won’t bully me.

I sat there, on my bed, just crying my eyes out, I glanced at the clock, it was 6:00, dinner was soon, but I wasn’t hungry, I was crying for awhile now, . I’m so tired, that I lie down and just cry myself to sleep.

~Anna’s POV~

It was time for dinner and Rosie hasn’t even came down yet, I wonder what was with her lately, I hope it didn’t have to do with Bob, I don’t think it would be, they seem to get along great. After I called her name 5 times, I trudge up the stairs into her bedroom. I peek in, noticing her asleep in her covers, her shut eyes look swelled up, her cheeks are moist too, she must’ve been crying, but why? I go back downstairs to eat with bob, none of us saying a word; I just sat there in curiosity.