Miscellaneous

The Truth About Anne

(This is kind of like a sister story for Unstable. It's from one of the popular's POV. I hope you like it!)

It's time to reveal the truth. Behind my huge brown eyes, behind my glossy blonde hair, behind my seemingly perfect features, I was a monster. Behind my cheerleading uniform, behind my confident attitude, I wasn't the perfect teen you'd think I am.

You see, I'm a popular. I've been working since second grade for this position, so I was not giving it up for the world. I would do anything; join a sport I hate, (cheerleading) date hot boys I hate, (jocks) even befriend idiots. But the one thing that made me as weak as I am was that if anyone got in my way, I brought them down.

Like Celena Daughtrey. When she moved here in seventh grade, she was everything I pretended to be; smart, funny, skinny, athletic, the perfect little girl. She was rising quickly, and I had to bring her down before she took my place. So that's exactly what I did. I told people she was fat, she was ugly, weird, and unstable. They listened, because I'm a popular.

I never meant to do any harm. All I wanted to do was put her in her place, which is with the nerds. If she had came before I was popular, then we'd be friends- that was for sure. She was just like me. But she came after my leap into popularity, and now she was a threat, not a friend.

It isn't my fault she's gone, not really, is it? I mean, all I wanted was to bring her down, not have her sink so far down..

At first, when  she started breaking down, I felt victorious. It was working.The more she broke down, the better I felt. I was the queen.

And then, she stopped coming to school. A couple days later, we had an anti-bullying seminar, and sure enough-

it was about Celena.

There were pictures of her, saying how she was a normal kid once, but then bullying led her nearly insane. She went to an asylum for a brief period of time, and when she came home, she wasn't any better. Next, it showed... Her suicide note.

In her note, she described how she killed herself not only because of bullies, but because of her neglectful parents. In her note, she didn't sound sad at all, only angry. Angry at her parents, at... at me.

There were three sunflowers next to her suicide note. At first, I didn't understand this. Why would she do that? Then, the program revealed notes from her diary...

Flowers, it seemed, were the only good thing left. When my parents are out of town, and I come home with red eyes, the only thing that could calm me was the smell of sunflowers.

A silent tear creft down my cheek, and I rubbed it away angrily. She was a nobody, right? It was no more my fault than anyone else in here, right? I remembered the first day I met her, before I thought I knew anything about her.

She stormed into the room happily. She was humming a showtune- Something from Wicked, maybe?- and swaying to the imaginary music.I looked at her for the first time- she was everything I tried to be; beautiful, charming, smart. I approached her cautiously- friend or enemy?

"Hi!" I said, trying to sound chipper.

"Hey," she said, opening her locker.

"I'm Annabell Rose. Call me Anne." a statement, yet a question, begging for her name.

"Celena Daughtrey." Celena shoved her books into the tiny locker.

I turned to open my locker, then shoved my books inside. The bell rang. "Seeya," she said. As she walked past, I saw many boys- boys I used to date, mind you- stare at her backside.

Suddenly, all friendliness evaporated. I had to bring her down before she destoryed me.

I sighed. Why had I been such an idiot- so self-centered, so unknowing of what I was doing. How did I interpret her crying as a victory, her failure as a sucess? If only I could take it back...

They read more passages from her diary. In them, it showed her descent into madness- every new entry she wrote, she talked about how she was unstable, how she needed to leave to protect herself and others. They read her last entry;

September 8th

That's it. It's the final straw. Time to go. You'd think I'd be saying goodbye about now, but actually I'm finally happy. Finally free. Good-bye forever.

It was the shortest entry, but it told us the most. She was really gone, and it was my fault. I was a monster.

The only thing I wanted now was to go back, to never have challenged her, to never have met her. I destroyed her life, and in a way... She destroyed mine.

I stood up. It was time to reveal the truth.