A/N: Sorry, I know, another side project, but I had this idea a while ago and I finally got around to writing it. If you want me to update any of my other works, please tell me in the comments down below. Oh, and thank you for everyone who has read my works and will continue to read them, trust me, it means a lot.
****Trigger Warning: Please do not read if bullying or self harm disturb or upset you.****
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“Lucy!” Over everyone else talking in the auditorium I could still recognize my best friend's voice.
“Emma!” She ran over and grabbed my hand. I was being dragged to a seat on the bleachers when I remembered I had left my bag in the locker room. “Em, I left my bag in locker room. I’ll be right back.”
“Do you want me to come with you, Luciana?” I shook my head.
“No, I’m good. Just save me a seat will ya?”
“Sure thing.” I walked back to the locker room mindlessly. After all I had attended this school for two years, and my older sister used to attend here for four years. I was right outside the doorway of the locker room when I heard a group of girls talking.
Voice #1: “God, Luciana is so fake.”
Voice #2: “And as big as a house.”
Voice #3: “Don’t forget that she’s ugly as hell.”
Voice #1: “She’s so freaking dumb too.”
Laughter erupted from them.
Voice #2: “You are so right.”
Voice #4: “Aren’t we all?”
Voice #3: “You’ve got a point.”
A few hot tears made their way down my face as I heard the girls’ harsh words. I always knew I wasn’t the prettiest, or the skinniest, or even the brightest, but I also wasn’t the ugliest, or the biggest, or even the dumbest. My feet were rooted to the spot by the doorway, even when I heard the voice’s footsteps approaching. I hung my head down, not giving them the satisfaction of seeing my bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks. As the four girls passed by me, whispering and laughter spilled from the small group. A river of tears made their way down my face and dripped off my chin. I was pathetic for letting them get to me, but deep down I knew it was true. Everything they said was true. Every single word.
So, I did what I do best, I ran. I ran away from the locker room. From the girls. From the school. From their words. And I ran away from me. The old me died that day, but the new me was born. The new me was born twisted and raw and ugly. I was no longer even close to who I was at the beginning of the day. I was like a phoenix. But, instead of rising from my ashes and being a better version of my old self, the ashes clung to me and the embers burn my skin. Instead of have full beautiful wings, my feathers were torn and shredded. My beak was cracked and my eyes beady and covered in a film. My talons were far too sharp. I was a horrible creature with visible bones and a screech that was sob worthy.
I was no longer the girl from this morning. I had been transformed and mutilated. I had gone from an average bird to a vulture like creature in a matter of minutes. Something that could have been beautiful had been destroyed. I could have been something worth people’s time, but now I’m not even worth attempting to save. And, now that I can see clearly now, its funny how no one ever did before.
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