Note: generally this story is not too difficult, so I rated it T, but this specific chapter is R, for gore and some pretty grotesque parts. I hope you enjoy it, and please review- I accept constructive criticism (- grammer improvement, OOC, etc.) but no flames, especially not useless ones, thank you.
1- Beautiful
Mr. Spot works in construction, makes an average wage.
Mrs. Spot is a housewife.
They have two children- Amanda and Max.
Max id the younger one, thirteen years old. An average American teen. Not great looking, but okay, on the track team, reasonable grades, tries to stay out of trouble, but cause the occasional mischief.
Amanda, on the other hand is different.
She has poor grades, pretty much, except a couple of subjects she gets through reasonably. She has no friends, at all.
Unlike any other girl her age- 15- Amanda never had any contact what so ever with boys.
She had a best friend once, Blair, but as soon as they reached fifth grade, they stopped being friends. Blair became popular- Amanda did not.
Even now, in the ninth grade, the other kids did not like her.
She was received nasty nicknames, she was never invited to parties, no one ever called her…
'Fattso, lardass, pus-face… that's what I am, they're right…'
Those were Amanda Spot's thoughts as she walked home from school, another day of torture.
She got dubbed as she did for her unhandsome outer looks. She was indeed overweight for her age and height. The 'pus-face' was given to her thanks to her pimple covered face.
It was not like without them she looked much better, she was never a beautiful child, not even pretty. Just plain. Amanda saw nothing coming her way, of course the fact that her parents were kind and supportive and really tried to help her seemed to pass over her.
The fact that she lived in a decent area, with good people for parents, a nice normal family and no severe health problems, except her weight, did not matter either.
As she walked into the two story house from the back door, she did not even bother to say hello to her mother, who was preparing lunch.
Amanda ran up to her room and locked the door behind her.
Her room was covered by posters of beautiful, skinny models.
They were perfect, everything Amanda always wanted to be.
She laid on her bed and tears began to flow from her blue eyes, it hurt. Seeing everyone else having fun, yeah, high school suppose to be the best time of your life.
But she suffered. Every single moment there was torture. The cheerleaders, the preps, the jocks, they all made fun of her. Today Cynthia made Amanda trip with her lunch, causing everything on the tray to spill all over her, and then added that it was in Amanda's best interest- "You really should not eat so much.", were her exact words. Everyone burst in laughter. Hilarious.
But Amanda was use to that, today was nothing special.
Yet it was special. Amanda had enough.
She abandoned her room in favor of the bathroom, where she stood in front of the mirror and began to strip.
'Fat, fat, fat and ugly. That is exactly what you are, Amanda Spot. You're fking stupid to. No one would give a st if you were at least pretty, but no- you are ugly.'
She thought looking at her naked form. Her flesh thick, skin overly bright, size XXL, pus-face…
For about ten minutes she stood there, staring at herself, hating, loathing herself. Despising every last inch of her body.
Finally, she could not take in anymore.
She screamed and smashed the mirror with her fists, resulting in her hands bleeding.
"Amanda? Honey are you alright?" her mother's concerned voice was hears from downstairs.
Amanda made no response, she just sat on the floor, shards of the mirror cast all over it.
She looked down at the face she despised so much, slowly, at the same time she picked up a different shard of glass…
While her mother was still calling, saying that she was coming up, Amanda brought the shard closer to her face.
She began cutting off the pimples which earned her the name 'pus-face'. At the same time, her mother was banging on the door, frantically yelling at her to open it immediately.
Amanda did not heed, she did not care. She just continued cutting her face, removing skin she found useless, she tried to chisel her nose to be smaller, more elegant. It was like for those minutes the adrenalin was pumping so fast in her body, she did not feel the pain.
Meanwhile, her mother rushed to the nearest phone and dialed 911…
When the police and paramedics came, they forced the door open to find a girl bleeding on the floor unconscious.
Unlike what they expected- a suicidal teen would usually cut their wrists or take pills, but this degree of self mutilation was something they have never seen before.