We Matter Too (ON HOLD)

Part 4.

When I was a little girl I was told I was pretty. My mum told me I could be anything I wanted to be, she told me that I was going to take the world by storm.

She told me I was a princess.

I am am only child. At the time, my father was working as a lawyer while my mum was a housewife.

I grew older and when I entered high school I lost my confidence. My mum had told me everyday that I was beautiful. She told me that I was pretty, then why was everyone making fun of me?

When I turned 16 it became worse. No one will ask me to the school dances and no one will vote for me as student body president. Soon enough I began to hate myself. I was disgusted with myself.

I had just one friend but when she became popular she ditched me and began making fun of me like the rest of them. I became a senior and it was close to senior prom when this boy asked me out.

I had never really spoken to him before but being the social outcast that I was, I said yes.

I dressed up really pretty, I straightened my hair and wore really pretty jewellery. Once again, my mum told me I was a princess. Although, I didn't believe her i felt somewhat happier.

He came over to my house and picked me up. We had so much fun at the prom, for the first time in. years I felt loved, I felt genuinely happy.

After the prom he was supposed to take me back home but he took the wrong turn and parked the car on a dark street. I asked him what was going on but he wouldn't answer. Then, I wanted to get down from the car but he locked the door and began touching me.

I told him I didn't want to do that. I told him I wasn't ready. At the time, I was indeed a virgin.

He didn't listen. I began yelling as it registered to me what was actually happening. And then these were his exact words, "you know what? You should be happy someone wants to fuck you. You ugly bitch. Senseless whore. You are by far the most annoying and stupid human being on this planet and this was also the worst night of my life."

The tears began to fall. They just wouldn't stop. I got down from the car and ran the whole 30 minutes home.

I locked myself in my room and cried the whole night long. My whole life I had been hearing the comments they made about me, the rumours they spread and the jokes they said. Never had anybody actually said it to my face.

I thought about taking my own life. I didn't. I didn't want my parents to have to deal with that.

Why are people like this? I am a girl. Don't I deserve to be loved? Don't I deserve to at least be understood, to be happy? Am I not worth dying for?

Don't I matter too?

Everybody has flaws. Don't make fun of mine when you have yours.

I just wish people will take the time to think before they act. I wish he wouldn't have led me on. I wish we could all be nice to each other. I wish my father didn't hit my mum almost every night. I wish I could be accepted into society.

Most of all I wish I didn't have one leg.

Source: anonymous

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Author's note:

Hello my beautiful readers! :) I hope you guys got the message of this chapter.

I just wanted to remind you all that we are all writing this book together. The content in it's entirety is a piece of each and every one of our (the people that contributed) lives aimed at inspiring others.

Please, feel free to share your stories. It doesn't have to be about you. If you want me to post it anonymously then that's okay or I can give you all the credit.

Let's help each other, yeah?

Thoughts on this chapter? :)

Anyone want to make me a cover? I'd really like that.

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