Hey this chapter is dedicated to all the people out there who ever got bullied or maybe even got called ugly. Stand up for yourselves. Your're worth it. Don't listen to people when they call you ugly or useless because you aren't. You're beautiful. Weight doesn't matter either. To all the beautiful people out there I Love you.
P.s This chapter is also dedicated to @Hazs_legs it was her birthday on the 5th. I know I'm super late but meh. Happy Belated Birthday!!!!
P.P.S HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIAM!!!! LOVE YOU SOOO SOO SOOO MUCH!
Gloria Xx
*FlashBack*
"Look at her." Rochelle west said as I passed by.
"She looks like a pig." Mary west her twin sister said.
I don't know what I ever did to offend them but they've been bullying me ever since I joined this school. Ok I admit I'm a bit over weight for a 9 year old, but that's no reason to bully anyone.
They've never actually done any physical harm. But emotionally I'm drained. And I'm only nine.
I walked to the girls locker room to get changed for gym class. I've always hated gym class. But now the twins have made me hate it even more because they're always poking fun at me whenever I run or do any other physical exercises.
I opened my locker and pulled my gym clothes out of it. Since there wasn't anyone in the locker room I pulled off my shirt and was about to put on my gym shirt when I heard someone behind me.
"Give me that." Rochelle said grabbing my shirt out of my hands. She threw the shirt to her evil twin.
"Give it back." I yelled tears begining to pool in my eyes. I was exposed to them completely. They just laughed in turn.
"Look at her." Mary said grabbing my other shirt. "You're so disgusting it makes me sick."
"Give it back!" I yelled a bit louder.
"You mean this?" She said as she began ripping my shirt into shreds. Mary did the same.
"What are you doing! I don't have any more. Please don't." I begged.
"No can do Megan." Mary said.
My vision was too blury to see anymore. I tried covering up anything I could. But i was too big to cover everything up.
They dropped the shreds
next to my feet and left me. Cold and alone.
My mind wouldn't work. I felt violated. Even though others may not see it as such a big deal but this is by far the worst thing thats ever happened to me.
I looked into my locker to see if I could find any shirt or anything that could cover me up, but I found nothing. I looked down at the shreds but the twins made sure that it was too far gone.
I was already shivering. Half from what just happened and half from the cold. I was scared. More like terrified. Gym class was going to last for another 45 minutes and thats way too long. Its january and its freezing.
I gathered some courage and walked to the door and tried to open it but to my luck it seems like the door was jammed. My breathing began to rise. I could feel my vision going blury again, this time not from my tears. My heart began to pound against my ribcage. I began feeling faint. My legs felt like jelly. I knew something was wrong so I screamed. And screamed again.
"Help!" I screamed again and again. "Please help me."
I couldn't breathe. I din't know what was happening. Just when I was about to give up screaming the door flung open.
Through my blurry vision I saw a boy a little older than me standing there looking startled. His eyes huge and frightened.
"Hey you're ok." He said. Snapping out of whatever trance he was in
I saw him taking his jacket off. I noticed it was loose for him so it ought to fit me.
He wrapped the jacket around me. I still couldn't breathe properly but it was getting easier.
"Hey you're having a panic attack. Its okay just concentrate on your breathing." The boy said.
I tried to do what he said. But I couldn't concentrate. He noticed that and hugged me tight. I would have protested but it seemed to be working.
"When my parents died I used to get these all the time." He said. "Just breathe."
And this time I did what he said. He rubbed his hands up and down my arms over his jacket comforting me.
"This worked all the time for me." He said again. I think he was trying to distract me. It was working.
"Thanks." I managed out after a while when my breathing began to come back to normal.
"No problem. What happened here?" He asked.
I just shook my head in response. I didn't want to tell anyone about it. It was embarrassing. And I wasn't one to complain much.
"Okay we'll get back to that later. Whats your name?"
"Me-megan." I stuttered out.
"That's a nice name." He said.
"Thanks." My breathing started to get steadier.
"I'm Dylan."
*End of flashback*
Megan's POV
"So..." Harry said.
I know that hes probably confused about all of this but I was too happy to have Dylan back to care.
"So your'll are married." Dylan asked pointing to Harry and I.
I nodded. This is about the tenth time hes asked me. But I get that hes probably confused. We haven't spoken in 6 months. For me it was college and for him it was work. It wasn't any better that we were living in two seperate continents.
"And apparantely you're James' sister." Dylan stated again.
I nodded.
"And in some weird twisted way I'm you're uncle."
I thought about it.
"Well not really but.. yeah."
"This is some crazy shit you have going on here."
I nodded again.
"Who are you again?" Harry asked.
"Megan's bestfriend."
"I thought Raquel and Caitlyn were you're best friends." Harry asked me.
We were currently sitting on the puke sofa while Dylan was sitting opposite us.
"They are. But I've known Dylan longer." I said.
"How come I've never known?"
"Well... If you come to think about it... We haven't known eachother for that long right. So the thought never crossed my mind i guess."
"Wait. You haven't known him for long and yet your'll are married." Dylan asked.
"Yeah... about that..."
"Shes also pregnant." Harry said.
He has got to stop doing that. Gosh. Maybe I didn't care what my parents said but I do care what Dylan will say. Urgh!
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This chapter is kinda short sorry about that. I actually wrote it in the hospital. Long story. Hope your'll liked it. Please don't forget to coment, vote etc. Also Thanks sooooo sooo much for the votes and coments love your'll.
Gloria Xx
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