SUMMARY: Melinda thinks and will thinking is not good for her it makes her think of HIM. Also she questions everything her frienship... her life. Melinda is thinking of suicide the night she cuts herself with the paperclip. Rated M for later chapaters
Okay this is my first story Iv posted on hear so be nice if you do review, I did try my best! And I am in no way making money off of this all characters belong to Laurie Halse Anderson . Enjoy!
Why couldn't anyone see past the mask I was wearing, my life was always a fake Melinda realized that know. Sitting alone inside her closet , "was their every a me or was it just some one else the whole time"? she questioned herself. Something she did every day since that one night…. The night it raped her, and the wounds where still fresh bleeding every chance they got. Even the smallest stab would send Melinda into a spiral of despair and depression. And she knew that happy fake girl was never going to re-surface not if her life depended on it. Blood slowly seethed through the cracks on her pale lips where she had chewed the delicate skin, her tongue licked it up leaving a slight sting. I remembered those two girls from are school whispering behind me saying "what's wrong with her lips" "it looks like she has a disease". For me that was quite true I did have a disease it's called Melinda Disease so it's only meant for me, full of hurt and darkness and you aren't aloud to crawl back out. She opened her closet door to see if it was dark out yet, but from the dull cast of light peeping through the blinds, the sun was just know starting to set.
My Stomach starts to feel queasy aging even though I hadn't eaten dinner, it kept popping up in my head I almost threw up my breakfast and lunch …. Wait I had skipped lunch today and went straight to my place the old closet.
Heather pops into my mind know I wish she hadn't said a damn word to me, dragging me around like I was the pet dog . She can just take her want to be popular butt back to Ohio for all I cared. Did Heather really think she could cut it as being part of the Martha's with their matching outfits and their regulations on what to eat . They where just a bunch of bitches with their noses stuck up to high in the air, but maybe that's how the Plain Jane's where to. After all of them had abandoned me in my greatest time of need, what kind of people had I cared about…..monsters?
Melinda's stomach does another flip flop, this time it drives her to the bathroom. She leaned over the toilet gripping the sides for dear life like the world was ending as what little contents she had inside her spewed out of her mouth . After three minutes the heaving stooped know it was just spit coming out their was nothing left to puke up.
I laid down on the cold tile feeling exhausted, my mom came in and saw me laying their she asked if I was okay. I lied and said I was fine just an upset stomach another lie I told myself.
