"You are the most beautiful girl" He took my face in his hands & kissed my forehead. He let go of my hand and started to back away from me, with a sad smile pasted on his face. "Don't go!" "Don't leave me !" my shouts were silent, i say the words but they don't come out. "No!" I jolt up with wide eyes, screaming. Then I'm surrounded by white light. It was a dream. But I can feel the wetness of my tears on my cheeks.
"Rose!" Maya barges into the room, with her hands on her hips. "You were screaming in youre sleep again, you woke every fucking person in the neighborhood !" I squinted at her and she made that face at me. The half frown, half duck face scowl. "Go away Maya!" she shuts the door loudly behind as she leaves.
I tried to remember the dream, but nothing was left in my memory, only a blur of black and white.
I couldn't even remember the boy. I only remember the feeling. This is what always happened. I've always had these dreams about this boy and me, it was the same boy every time. I don't remember his face, his name or anything about him, I only remember the feeling he gave me. That's how I knew who he was.
I sighed and got out of bed to face my life. My wonderful life. You see, my parents passed away when I was 11 and since then I've been living with foster families and never had a place to call home. My life was awful in every way possible, I had no talents, no specialty, nothing. I had no friends, except some people that were nice to me, but no actual friends. I had no love life of course. Oh, and I'm a hideous beast. I always got bullied for being so ugly. You'd think that being bullied all my life, I'd probably get used to it. But no. No one can ever get used to the feeling of being bullied. Thats impossible. A girl like me, ought to be a pessimist and very depressed but that's not true. I'm an optimist, always have been . I guess that's the only thing I'm proud of about myself, that even after everything, I still haven't killed myself yet. I'm too weak to do that. The only thing that actually ever makes me smile is One Direction. But a girl like me has no chance, whatsoever. Sometimes i think that maybe my life is a Disney movie and the fairy godmother is about to come on the day of my ball, honestly, the only thing that could change my life is a fairy godmother but she's still not here. Waited 7 years for her to come but I'm still I'm waiting.
"Ohmygodyourjokingnoway!" I'm walking to school with Maya & her annoying friend Samiya. "I know! He's so going to ask me to prom!" My "sister" Maya says with a high pitched voice. Maya was my foster sister but i hated her and she hated me. She always started off my day with an insult. Ive been living with her family for almost a year now and from the first time she layed eyes on me, her exact first words were "Did a truck run over you're face or something ?" I shiver at the thought of the memory. If I could pick one person to die, it would be her or Tisha the queen of all bitches. "Nate is even booking a hotel room for us" At that I turn to look at Maya. Nate? I was in love with Nate. The only guy that was always nice to me. Ive loved for 8 months now. "N-Nate?" I stuttered as I asked them. Samiya raisedan eyebrow, in question. "Yeah, he's my date to the prom and why the fuck do you care? Don't even take Nate's name with that hideous voice of yours! And we're almost there so shoo!" she walked away, and to any bypasser we'd look like complete strangers. I couldn't believe Nate would go with her, not that I expected to go with him but still it felt like a stab in the chest. I felt like crying at that moment.
I came home to an empty house. Maya was at a spa getting ready for prom and Sean and Destiny, Maya's parents were at work. Iput a sandwich in my mouth then stalked off to my bedroom. Nate was still on my mind. Everyone was getting so excited for prom, but I didn't even have a date. It was tonight. I sat on my bed and let the tears fall.
This was prom night. The night that was so special to all girls, even to me, but I thought maybe there's be some miracle work and I'd have a date. I even had a dress, that I spent the money I worked so hard for on. I walked to the closet and took out the blue dress out of the dress bag. It was beautiful but I wasn't.
