My worst nightmare

CHAPTER 1

Feeling very confident in my choice of clothing and hairstyle I rushed out of my house to school.

I came through the school gates. It felt as if I was in slow motion and I was looking like a diva with my hair flying with the wind. I felt terrified at the stares I was getting, my face heated up and I scurried to my pack of friends.

"guys', why is everyone staring at me?." I looked at my friends with furrowed brows and worried eyes. I found my friends staring intently at me.

"guys?" I raised a brow.

Lucy started bursting in hysterical laughter.

I looked at Lucy confused "tell me! What is happening? Why is everyone staring at me? Why are you guys staring at me?" I whispered at the end of my question.

I looked at Jake, my best friend and my secret Crush with teary eyes.

I slanted my head, asking him to answer my question. The waterworks were about to come out at any second.

I started getting self conscious. I tried looking in my bag for a mirror but in futility I had none. I looked back at Jake. He turned his head with a disgusted look on his face. "what? Is it my face? I started feeling my face. Please tell me so I can fix it? Is it my hairstyle? my clothes?" I was full on groping the whole of my body now.

Layla stopped laughing and then turned her head to me. "what?" I mouthed to her. She only started smiling.

I turned back to Jake. I pulled his shoulder so that he could look at me. His face contorted in anger then he held my wrists with his strong grip. I winced at the pain. "Jake. Stop. Your hurting me." I said trying to loosen his hold on my wrist.

Jake then made a deep throaty chuckle then looked in my eyes.

As he began and ended, I wish I hadn't heard anything. I got up and went to the restroom and threw up every let thing in the toilet. I was bawling so loudly that people started knocking professedly at the bathroom door. What made me want to puke even more is that I couldn't get what he said out of my head. It was twisting, writhing and taunting me with every thump my heart made.

I looked in the mirror and stared into my once cheery eyes. I came closer to the mirror and touched my face.

"why??? Even my friends are disgusted with me."

"it's all your fault!!! " I started screaming at myself through the mirror.

I started laughing, and as I cried in agony my heart ached as I talked "if only... If only I was pretty enough" I took the mirror from the wall and smashed it on the floor. The long shard left from the shattered piece of glass shimmered so beautifully.

"your so pretty, can you make me pretty too? " I whispered to the glass.

I bent down and slowly took up the shard and slowly put it to my throat, with a fast swipe my neck was gushing with blood. The last thing swimming through my head was what my best friend aka crush named Jake said.

Jake started highly disgusted and sinister tone. "and I thought you couldn't get any uglier".

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A/N

I was bored and had nothing better to do please don't hate me.