The Price of Beauty

thirteen | anger

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Atlantaes, this is for you. Your daily motivational posts as well as writing skills are a huge contribution to both the community. Thank you for taking the time and effort to put a smile on people's faces - mira <3

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"Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies." ― Nelson Mandela

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I STOMP INTO THE HOUSE angrily, banging the door as I go in. I'd left school early due to my meltdown – but my parents didn't pick me up this time, I told them I could go home alone. There was so many annoying things about going to school as well as everyone in real life – be it the annoying rumours or the fact that rumour has spread that Aiden, Justin and I were fighting. The worst rumour I heard was that Aiden tried to kill Justin and that I freaked out on him because of that.

What's worse, was that Eevee decided to stand against me and went to Aiden's defence: that he was caring and just wanted to care about me and convey that idea. The truth was, Aiden didn't want me to be things that he could never be. But he'd never admit that.

"I can't believe Eevee could go to such large extents to just... hate me over something like this," I thought. "Okay, fine. Not hate exactly, but... to fight with me over that? She doesn't even know him. She's just saying that because she has a crush on him. God knows why he's a dick."

I finally turn on my phone as I try to calm down, but I fail as I roll my eyes. It dings repeatedly, signalling for multiple messages and notifications from social media. Instead of jumping to my texts straight away, I open my other social media and look at my feed, and see that the most recent post is a post from one of the most annoying anonymous gossip blogs from our school wannabes that Lori tagged me in, and I type in a message about how my brother really is annoying, and scroll up and down for more stuff to comment on mindlessly, and I put away my phone. I was done with this stupid crap for the day.

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I hear the door open and close loudly and I shake away from my pleasant sleep. I felt better, and I actually felt sorry for what I did at this point. The headache and migraine I was having earlier just wasn't Someone barges into my room seconds later, and I realise it's Aiden.

"Hey sis, you good?" He says with a mixed expression of worry and fear.

I open my mouth, but no words come out.

"Look, I'm sorry for what I...did," I begin. "I didn't mean to act like that."

He nods. "I'm grateful for that... It's okay." The corners of his lips lift, but his eyes look tired and undelighted by my apology. I knew it wasn't good to push it any further.

"It's just that... I'm just tired of all this stuff. It was a lot easier back then. Only had to study to get good grades and that was... it." I complain. "Although... I did say not to care about this... so maybe it's wrong for me to ramble. I don't... I don't fucking know-"

He cuts in. "It's okay, sis. I get it."

"How's the... stuff online going?" I ask, worried. I posted some stuff that I shouldn't have done.

"I've taken to enjoyment to just ignore everything online. After all, it's online, right..." Aiden says, giving me the same tiresome smile. "Honestly, at this point, I'm just glad that I'm not an actual murderer, rapist, or a gay guy."