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Worthless.
Ugly.
Fat.
Hated.
Loser.
Unwanted.
Unloved.
Imperfect.
That's all Massie heard from the annoying voice in the back of her head. The voice that tortured her. Everyone thinks that the alpha of the infamous Pretty Committee is perfect. What else would they expect from Massie Block. The alpha of BOCD High School. They expect nothing less but perfect. But who can blame them? They see her as perfect. Perfect hair, make-up, clothes, friends, boyfriend. An even the perfect school to rule. Who wouldn't want to have Massie's life? Massie. Massie doesn't want her life anymore.
She screams on the inside.
But she's silent on the outside.
She puts on a fake smile.
Smiles to the world like nothing's wrong.
But on the inside she's dying.
Pain & suffering rotting her soul away.
Every single day that passes Massie feels her soul rot more and more. But today was the day. The day she was going to take her life. Life wasn't worth living anymore. It wasn't. She didn't want to suffer anymore.
That day was a normal day like any other at school. She went on with her day. At lunch she sat a table 18 with Alicia, Claire, Dylan, and Kristen. They didn't suspect anything about what was going to happen this afternoon. Cam, Derrington, Chris, Kemp, and Josh came to join them a few minutes later. He didn't know. He didn't know that the girl he thought as perfect actually suffered. That she had scares unknown to the world. And that today it was all coming to an end. Massie looked around one last time at the cafeteria. This was going to be the last time she saw it. The last time she was going to see the smiling faces of her friends.
School ended and the girls went home. Isaac dropped everyone off and the girls all told Massie, "See you tomorrow." She didn't respond. If only they knew.
Massie went straight to her room only giving Inez a quick hello. She went up to her room and started to write the letters she was going to leave behind. Hopefully they would be able to read and understand. She grabbed the blade she used to cut herself. And got ready for her death. She was going to dress nicely for her death. She wore a white high-low rise lace skirt and a white tank top. With her hair in perfect curls and make up done. She wanted to look perfect for when she got to heaven. If she got in. They always said if you kill yourself you'll never get into heaven. Hopefully God will make any exception. Maybe he'll let someone in was was tired of the pain and suffering. Massie only prayed and hoped the pain would end soon. She placed the letters she had left behind for her friends on her bed. Each envelope and each persons name written in beautiful cursive. She said her last goodbye to Bean. Bean had been their for Massie. Bean was the only who knew how Massie actually felt. The pain that her tortured soul suffered.
"I love you Bean", Massie said as she held the small dog and her voice trembled. "Be strong for mommy. Okay?"
Bean only whimpered in response as if she knew exactly what Massie was about to do.
"I love you", Massie said one last time and kissed the temple of the small dog was only whimpering. "I'll miss you."
She put Bean down in her small doggy bed and walked over to the bathroom and locked herself inside.
"It's now or never", Massie whispered.
She took the blade and started cutting. The blood started gushing out and the pain started to leave.
The voices in her head only started talking again and she kept on cutting. Deeper every time. Suddenly Massie's petite body didn't have strength anymore. She crumbled to the floor.
The blood from her arms started to drip on the floor. And the voices kept on torturing her as she started to see black dots and started to black out slowly.
Drip...
Worthless.
Drip...Drip...
Ugly.
Drip...Drip...Drip...
Fat.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
Hated.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
Loser.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
Unwanted.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
Unloved.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...D rip...
Imperfect.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...D rip...Drip...
Now you're gone.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...D rip...Drip...Drip...
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This is the beginning of a story. In the next chapters will be about what the letters that Massie wrote said.