Author's Note: Hello! This is my first CR fanfic, so I hope you guys like it! ^-^
Prologue
Mitchie POV
I rush home with tears running down my cheeks.
I can't take it anymore.
I can't take the insults, the teasing, or the bullies anymore.
It was just after school, after my singing audition for the sixth grade talent show, when my life was just in an abyss.
I barge right through the door, ignoring my mother who was in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and my father who was watching football on TV.
I sprinted my way upstairs and pushed into my bedroom. I was gasping through my tears, trying to find a way for me to breathe again. I was suffocating.
I slammed the door shut, making sure I locked it. I hunched over to the darkest corner of my room and pulled up my knees to my face. Tears spilt onto the ground. My breaths were quick, but my lungs were not filled with oxygen; it was more like I was breathing my tears; drowning.
"Oh look, Mitchie thinks she's going to be a super star," Jessica said in my memories. I remember that she stood right next to the audition room door, saying it just loud enough for me to hear it. "Sorry, but I don't think sluts make it in the industry."
They called me a slut when I never even got my first kiss. Was it just because I had a ninth grader as a boyfriend? Was it because I hug a lot of my friends?
"Wait, Jessica, I don't know. I think sluts make a lot of money if they put on show," Anna continued, with the same volume. "C'mon Mitchie, Bitchie Mitchie! Put on a show for us! I know you just loooove us!" They said, while I was singing, but my voice broke when they said my pet name. I looked at the judges, they looked down onto their note books, and before they had a chance to look back up, I was already out the door, running home.
I choked back. First they call me a slut, basically a prostitute, and then, they were implying that I'm a lesbian? And finally, they just had to ruin my audition for me?
I can't take the bullies anymore.
I heard a knock.
"Honey?" my mother called out from the other side of the door. "Are you okay? Please let us in."
I blinked, and looked down onto my arms. There was a silver blade in one hand, and my other wrist was covered with red lines. I let out a breath.
"I-I'm o-okay, Mom!" I called back, as tears continued to fall. "J-just d-didn't do w-well in the a-audition!"
I tucked the knife away back into the empty shoebox, right beneath my bed. I went to the bathroom to clean off my wounds. I closed my eyes and I could still hear them taunting.
Bitchie Mitchie, Bitchie Mitchie, Bitchie Mitchie…
I left the room and tucked myself into my bed. I slept, and I still constantly hear them chanting.
Bitchie Mitchie, Bitchie Mitchie, Bitchie Mitchie…
Author's Note: D: Poor Mitchie! Bullies are the worst things ever, #StayStrong. :D
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