Broken Beauty

Daisy

I curled up into a ball under my comforter, and cried... again. At this rate, I never thought I would even stop crying. I was just glad it was the weekend, and I didn't have to face anyone for a whole two days.

I sat up and pulled myself together the best I could. I dragged myself downstairs and sat on the couch with a blanket and a big bowl of ice cream. There was an Ametica's Next Top Model marathon on t.v, but for some reason that just made me cry even harder. I used to love that show. I remember when people used to call me pretty.

I turned on the tv and tried eating ice cream, but even ice cream depressed me, because between my constant blubbering and mouth malfunction, I couldn't even swallow it. I ended up getting ice cream all over me and my hair, and threw the carton on the ground.

Honestly, I didn't really know what to do with myself. I opened my laptop, and scrolled through facebook for a while. Seeing my pretty "Friends" hanging out without me made me cringe.

Was the whole world against me today? I thought to myself. My phone buzzed and It was an instagram notification... from Jacob.

I screamed.

I screamed at the top of my lungs and I don't care who heard me. I'm suprised the neighbors didn't call nine-one-one. I screamed and wailed and just couldn't handle it anymore. I tapped the notification:

Jacob6656 tagged you in a post.

The caption read:

THROWBACK TO WHEN DAISY WAS PRETTY XD

I threw my phone across the room. The picture was from homecoming last month.

Jacob had his arm around me, kissing my cheek. He looked so handsome that night. His hair was parted and messy, and he was in a classic black and white tux. I had a beautiful turquoise dress on, My brown hair cascading down my shoulders, curled and pretty.

Was this some kind of sick joke?

Break down, after Break down, after Break down.