Courtney's POV
I got out of bed and let out a sigh. Another bitchy day of my bitchy life. I actually didn't mind my elimination. I didn't want to be reminded of Duncan the Jerky Face or Gwen the Boyfriend Kisser. A tear rolled down my cheek and I threw on a black t-shirt with bloody red heart broken in half, skinny-leg black jeans with rips and tears, black flats, a blak choker, and black make-up smeared all over my face. Damn it Courtney, GET A GRIP, that was over a long time ago. No way, I'll never get over it...if only they understood...
I was never loved by someone else the way Duncan did. Or at least I thought he did. My mom died giving birth to me and all my dad would tell me my whole life was,"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOU, SHE'D STILL BE ALIVE!" And I never really did have any friends during my childhood, it was just me, myself, and I. Everyone thought I was some "murderer" because of me and my stupid mouth telling them my mom died after giving birth to me. So, the majority of my life was basically BULLSHIT. I thought no one would ever love me.
Until I met Duncan.