Smile, You're Beautiful

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           Getting shoved into lockers and pushed on the ground is not fun at all. After getting told five days on seven that you're fat, worthless and ugly, you eventually start to believe it. If everyone keeps repeating it, it must be true, right?

           For Missy Vega, being bullied at school and going home to an empty house at the end of the day is a daily occurrence.

        The jocks, the cheerleaders, and everyone at school pick on her because she's different. She wears mostly black because it matches her mood. She wears long sleeves even in the summer to hide her scars on her wrists and avoid drawing more attention to her. She doesn't talk. No, she's not mute; she just doesn't talk because what's the point in talking if nobody listens to you? She has already tried to tell them to stop, when they first started harassing her, but they wouldn't stop no matter how much she pleaded. Who knew high school students could be so cruel, so heartless?

          At home, it wasn't much better. She would come home to a cold, unfriendly house where the only thing she could hear was her own footsteps against the wooden floorboards. After her parents died in a car crash three years ago, she went to live with her aunt. Thing is, her aunt was very close to her mother, so she took it hard as well. She immersed herself deeply into her work; therefore leaving her niece alone in this big house most of the time. She would leave early in the morning and come back very late at night, so they hardly saw each other, much less spoke.

           The only good thing about being alone was that Missy could finally have a moment to sort out her jumbled thoughts without being scared of someone hurting her physically or emotionally.

           She didn't understand why those people liked to hurt her. Was it really because she was too fat? No matter how little she ate and how much weight she lost, they still insulted her with their hurtful words. Was it because she didn't have friends? She used to have a best friend, but then that so-called best friend ditched her once she became an outcast because of how she dressed. Now, the girl that she had once called her sister from another mister was part of the group of people who terrorized her non-stop. What hurt the most was that her ex-friend knew all her weaknesses and used them against her.

           She felt numb. She had often wished that she could be invisible. Then the torture would stop. Why couldn't they just ignore her if she was so ugly to look at? She had never done anything to them, so why were they doing this to her? Did she deserve all this pain because she was such a freak?

           Slash. 

          She welcomed the pain. At least this pain, she could control. It was the only thing in her life she had power over.

           Slash.

           She missed her parents so much.

           Slash. 

          She missed her best friend, even though she turned out to be a backstabbing bitch.

           Slash.

           She missed the days when she felt so alive and carefree.

           As she watched all the blood flowing down her arm and onto her carpet, she made her way to the bathroom to clean up her mess. That's going to leave a stain, she thought dully.