Dedicated to whodoesntloveraura hope you enjoy it!
She sat in corner of her room sniffing, as the tears flowed out of her eyes. She felt pain run up and down her arm as she dragged the cold blade across her white skin, letting the blood ooze out her wrist.
Every cut, every mark represented the horrible names the kids at school called her.
Fat.
Stupid.
Ugly.
Worthless.
Those were the cuts and wounds she would be wearing forever. Ever since her parents died, the world and feeling of happiness had faded in her. She'd spend the afternoon hiding and covering up her scars from vanessa. Not that Vanessa cared about her but still, she didn't want her asking questions.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror, "Ugh look at all this fat and horrible face." She thought roaming her hands around her body feeling disgusted with herself.
"Who could possibly love a fat fuck like me." She said in a sad voice and continued to pick out her flaws in the mirror.
Nobody loved her, no one cared about her, she wasn't worth living. Everyday she'd attempt to slit her wrist deep enough in hope that their won't be a next time that she would have to cover up the scars. But even at that she was stupid and couldn't cowardly do.
She returned back to her bed, the voices became louder and louder. They say the same thing "Just do it." "Just kill yourself." "Come on, do it." "This is your chance at freedom." "It will all be better once you're dead."
She put her hands over her ears trying to ignore them. She remembers the taunting from the bullies, the sound of laughter from the kids at school making fun of her, the feelings of being unwanted by everyone."
Her throat runs dry, her head begins to pound hard enough that she can't hear herself think, tears begin to stream down her face.
"Enough!" She yells sitting up from her bed, silencing the voices in her head breathing heavily.
"Laur, are you okay?" A soft voice asks from the doorway with worriness in his eyes. She wipes the tears away from her eyes, putting on a brave front.
"Hey Ross, I'm fine." She said, fake smiling.
He walked over to her and sat down next to her, never taking his gaze off of her.
"Why are you crying beautiful?" He cooded.
Beautiful? You? never! You're just a worthless piece of crap, a voice echoed in her head.
"I'm not beautiful." She whispered hoping he wouldn't hear it. He was completely shocked at her statement, this girl was a walking goddness, the face of an angel, she was absolutely perfect and yet, she didn't see it? He quickly grabbed her small hands intertwining them with his, running his thumb over her knuckle in a circular motion.
"Laur, your the most beautiful girl in the world." He said looking deep into her eyes, she pulled her hands back not believing a word his said.
"No I'm not. I'm so ugly and Fat." She repeated. He placed her in his lap, securing one arm around her waist while the other gently stroked her cheek.
"Yes, you are. Your fucking gorgeous and adorable." He whispered in her ear, her body shivered slightly at his touch. She looked up to meet his beautiful hazel eyes, they were shining and looked so filled with love? No it can't be. No one loves her. She isn't love material. She could never love or be loved, she was worthless.
