The Aftermath

"What's wrong with me?! What's so fucking wrong with me that made me deserve this?!" I yelled, a small sob making it's way past my lips.

"Oh my sweet Morella, everything is wrong with you. You're nothing more than a placeholder, a bitch put here just to please others. You're nothing Morella, nothing." His cold voice causing me to flinch, tears filling my eyes as his glare hardens.

"You don't mean that..Not really.." I knew he meant it, he knew he meant it. It was a pathetic last ditch attempt to grasp at something real, something to make all this pain worth it. His eyes filled with anger, anger directed at me.

"Trust me, I mean every last word. It's sad how pathetic you are, how desperate you are for love, too bad you'll never get it. No one could possibly love someone as broken as you, my sweet Morella. You'll never be saved, just like you'll never be loved." The venom in his voice hurt, but what hurt more were the words directed at me, directed at everything I was told, by almost everyone I knew. I knew I couldn't be loved. Deep down I always knew. I was broken, and like shattered glass, I couldn't be fixed. So like glass, I hurt everyone who tried to pick me up, until I was left with no one. After all, no one wants a shattered window, just like no one wants a shattered heart.

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She had killed herself. Leaving her bullies to reflect on the damage they'd caused, her friends to wonder what signs they missed, her parents to wonder where they went wrong. Nothing they did pushed her over, they weren't the real reason for her death. Her story is forever left untold, hidden in the journal entries neatly compiled on her bookshelf. Everyone's moved on, accepted what has become of her. But what about her brother who was too young to understand what had happened. What would he thing when he finds her journals and thus, the reason she killed herself. When he finally sees the horrid life she hid from everyone.