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Ugly as fuck.

That's all Anna was.

Ugly. As. Fuck.

She'd taken a photo of herself. She read the screen. The text was sent by her old friend, who'd moved away. She knew it was her.

Months before she'd moved to Virginia, she'd been acting off. She would hurt her friends, was constantly alone, and didn't talk much.

Yes, she'd been acting off. Anna cried. Anna was struggling with her depression. Months ago, she'd been considering  suicide.

But this. This is the last god damn straw when a friend indirectly tells you you should go and kill yourself.

Maybe I should do it, she thought. Maybe I should just--

No, what the hell. Stop it. She thought of Bradley, the man of her dreams. "Your not ugly, in fact, no, no, your the most, the most beautiful person I've ever seen." 

She lay down on her bed. I'm lost, Anna thought, good grief, I'm lost. She lived on the third floor, she could jump off easy. You could jump off real easy. Hell no. Hell. No. She looked herself in the mirror. Tears fell down her cheeks. "Anna. You are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." She thought. "Anna, you are beautiful."

The pain she had felt moments ago was going away. She looked up at the wonderful blue sky, and then down at the disgusting blue screen. Another comment, oh god, really now, really Emma. You want to see something, aye, Emma?

She took off her phones case. She threw it against the wall, again and again, until her phone cracked and glass was falling. Aye Emma?

She smiled. Oh, Emma, you can't hurt me now, Emma, can't hurt me now. She smiled. She felt joy, a childish joy. She was walking around in a patch of roses. She had beat her opponent. She'd beat Emma. The sky was blue, a rainbow was in the sky, a rainbow of many, many colors. Roses all around her, pure red roses. She laughed. She loved the world. She loved the world, with its bitches and its sweethearts. 

She loved the world.

Broken glass was scattered on the ground. A broken machine, worth hundreds and hundreds of dollars. An entertainment machine. 

Anna felt free for once. Free. Free from the grasp of comments and curses. 

On another blue screen, many miles away, someone tapped away. So arrogant, think you look good and all. Your a god damn pig.

Just stop it, Anna, stop it, dang it. With looks like yours, you are going to stay single real real long. 

Look at that face boys, look at that fatty.

But it was miles away, and for Anna right now, all was well.