Here's my new story hope you like it :)
‘You’re so fucking fat! How can anyone love you!!!’
I laid on my bed curled up in a ball as my boyfriend’s- ex-boyfriend’s- words repeated themselves in my head. He was right. I was fat and ugly. Nothing was special about me and there was nothing great about me. I felt numb wanting to cry again but I couldn’t. All my tears were gone from this evening when I was begging- on my hands and knees- for him to take me back.
I could still see the disgust written all over his face as he stared at me telling me how he only dated me because some stupid bet him and his friends had. That there was no way he would date a person like me. It hurt. Badly.
I just wanted it to all end. It wasn’t like this was the first time I fell hard for some guy only for them to dump me leaving me broken and used like some piece of used toilet paper because that’s how I felt.
I sighed. There’s no use crying over spilt milk, I thought as I closed my eyes.
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Walking down the hallways was the worst thing in high school. It felt like everyone was looking at me and judging me by everything I did, say, and wear. It was just like they were seeing all the bad things that I tried so badly to hide from them. I kept my eyes on the ground my hood pulled up over my face, “Mr. Eric!” I jumped at the sound of my name and looked up shyly.
Mr. Stone- my math teacher- stalked over me glaring at me as if he wished he didn’t have to deal with a bug like me. Mr. Stone was a built middle age man with black eyes and blonde hair. He was wearing a red polo shirts with khaki pants, “What have I said about that hood.” He growled at me as he stood in my way.
I looked back down feeling ashamed, “Not to wear it on my head in school.” I mumbled softly.
“So why is it on your head?” he asked and I opened my mouth to say something but I guess Mr. Stone didn’t want an answer because he answered himself, “Detention. After school.” He said writing on a piece of paper.
I felt my face heat up in shame. Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why was I so fucking stupid!!! I shouted at myself in my head as I rushed into the boys bathroom hitting myself in the head. No wonder know one liked you!! Your own sister doesn’t want to see you ugly fucking face and the same goes for your own mother who is ashamed to have a faggot for a son!!!
I wanted to cry and scream and shout but instead I took a deep breath.
Breath. Breath. Breath.
I let out a long sigh out closing my eyes relaxing my shoulders. All I had to do is make it through the day and make it home then I can shout and scream all I want in the safety of my room, I thought smiling softly to myself.
I walked down the halls alone keeping to myself. If you pretend you’re not there than no one else will see you, I thought as I kept my head down. I sighed in relief when I made it to my first period class. I took my seat in the very back in the dark corner where I had the view of everyone around me.
“…..sexy! I mean I you should have seen her. Riding me.” Dillon said loud enough for the whole class to hear him and the same with the teacher.
She frowned, “Mr. Dillon I would very much like it if you would reframe from speaking such things.” Dillon looked at the teacher shrugging before talking once again, “Dillon!”
“Fine! I’ll censor it! So she was sucking my –beep- the whole time saying. ‘oh baby your –beep- is so –beeping- huge! So once I cam all over her face. She was like ‘Dillon please –beeping- fuck me!!’ so what do you think I can do when an F- cup asks me to screw her brains out? I screw her brains out that’s what I do!”
