TRIGGER WARNING - bullying and mentions of harassment
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Emily walks to class, anxiety filling the empty pit in her stomach, leaving no room for some kind of happiness. Her bag was as heavy as the pressure on her mind as she walks through the hallway. She could feel judgement.
"Ooh, looking fiiine!" A man called to her. Emily kept walking, but then it happened again. "To hot to be wearing all those layers, why don't you take off your sweatshirt!" Emily stopped dead in her tracks, not turning around. "Stop fooling around ya little slut!" The voice was angry. She feels herself slam against the wall. Two hands push her shoulders. They release and Emily tries to make a getaway but his friend pushes her back.
He rips off her sweatshirt and reveals her shirt. A black, low cut, v-neck top, saying 'très heureux' (she was indeed not at this point.) the top showed very little cleavage, but enough to drive him up the wall.
Emily had a small bust, so boys didn't often go for her when she was in freshmen, but she lost a lot of weight while in sophomore and most of junior year, because she was in such a state, then when she started regaining it, and started working out, then they began to go for her.
Then toward the end of senior year, she became depressed, and missed out on so much school, that she had to do tutoring to make up for it.
Emily was snapped back into reality when she realised he was untying the string to her sweatpants. She hits his hand off.
"Hands off me, perv!" Emily practically shouts, sounding more confident than she is.
"You were the one flaunting it!" He says.
"You were the one that pulled off my sweatshirt." Emily sassed. She can sound confident, but not be it. She heard all the oohs and the occasional 'burned' or 'roasted'.
"Bitch." Emily didn't even reply. Then out of no-where, he throws a punch.
Later......
Emily looks in the mirror. 'Great' she thinks. 'I have a huge bruise, and I'm almost out of concealer.' She eventually just layered foundation over the top, and it looked fine.
She quickly walks to the rehearsal, and her pace quickened. She broke into a run, and ran to the space, where Beca was silently making the set. Emily watched her dancing along, bopping her head to the beat she couldn't hear. Beca's gaze shifted from the computer screen, to Emily, who still happened to be staring.
Beca turns bright red, then checks the time. Emily walks slowly up the stairs to where the chairs are, and dumped her bag down. Beca shouts her laptop suddenly, and ran out of the room. Emily would've followed her, but she didn't. Just in case.
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So here is a really short chapter. I will try and make them longer from now on, but no promises 🤫
What do you think will happen next?
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Eyes Wide Shut
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