She sits there in the dark, drumming her fingers to her own sort of beat, with her other hand typing furiously at the keys.
He lays there, wondering curiously, thinking about Something
She thinks about him, as her blood-shot eye stings as if a metal string is behind it, pulling and aching only when she thinks of him,
He starts to think about her, what she's doing and how she's feeling. He is so anxious to know just a little more about her
She scratches at her eye, knowing it won't get any better, she still thinks of him and the pain remains, she thinks that she needs to "pretty up" because of her low esteem, she lets "them" get to her and she decides to scrub at her face with such force she starts to bleed. though she doesn't notice, all she notices is that the pain in her eye was killing her. " I have to many imperfections!" she cried
"I'm wondering..." he sends the message. Sending another after it saying " wondering, what imperfections do you have." he starts to send it. Telling his honest truth he changes his words "wondering why you think like that, your beautiful just the way you are." shyly he sends, hoping for a message back that is positive
She stares at nothing in particular. Then with her last ounce of courage she sluggishly types "I am not beautiful, I am quite ugly, I have the bitchiest attitude, My hair is an ugly color, I have no self confidence, I have freckles, I have acne, my face is disgusting, im confused, i have no friends, And I'm suicidal" a slow tear glides down her cheek, her eye burning with the pain that a string is behind her eye, sliding. Her eye goes blood-shot. " I have no clue what you are talking about , im not beautiful, and just the way i am, makes me sick." she spat starting to feel a jabbing pain in her chest, she was breathless.
From his point of view, he knew all this. He knew she was imperfect, He KNEW every flaw she had, he pretended to care for over a year, a spy for the "them" group. Of course, every thing he ever told her was false. That she was beautiful, that she shouldn't care, that everything gonna be alright. It was all a grand lie to get the broken butterfly into the vicious spider web of bullying. but, he lied again saying "Awe, don't speak like that, you're amazing, everyone's jealous of you" In fact, they weren't and never would be.
"Lies" She typed back, "all lies" I knew all along that you, Alex, was just another one of them, You lie, cheat, steal, and back-stab, that's your way of life, I get it, but don't EVER talk to me again!" She started to cry, she knew her fairy tale life was just another lie, she, The Broken Butterfly, Was caught in a web of lies, never to be seen by the like of others.
Or so she thought.