I sighed and put the piece of paper in my pocket before entering class. I was about to walk in when I started to think, 'I'm really tired today and I don't want to deal with anymore bullshit. I'm going home they can't do anything if I don't show up for class.' I turned around and started to walk outside the school. I took my time walking out. As I walked out I pulled out my arm and pulled up the sleeve. I sighed as I saw all my cuts they're the only thing that keeps me sane. I was outside of school and began to walk home. I didn't really like taking cars or limos or helicopters. I only rode in them to up hold the 'image' my father and every one else expects me to. I began to think on how much I changed since I was younger.
I was such a brat always wanting everything. As I grew older I began to realize I had and could have anything I want by just asking for it. Anything and everything except one thing love. I never really felt love from my father he never said it he only gave me money when I said I loved him. I never had real friendship love. No one would be friends with me which in hindsight was my fault and even when I did talk to my 'friends' at school they would only like me for my money not the real me. I thought being a Powerpuff girl would make me loved but they never wanted me to be one. And the past love I never got was a romantic having a real boyfriend all of them only wanted either money or sex. I sighed again as I made my way home.
It got cloudy and began to rain heavily. I didn't walk any faster, if anything I walked slower. I've always liked the rain. It always had such a peaceful sound. It got a bit foggy and there where few cars.i just kept walking at the same pace with the same tired expression on my face. i walked for about an hour until i made it home. i went through the big gold gate outside of our house and pulled out my keys to opened the front door. it was big and grand covered in complicated designs but not heavy. As I made my way into my house my clothes and hair drenched in water many servants and butlers and maids came to help me dry off. They asked why didn't I call for them to pick me up. I just shrugged and made my way to my room as the dried my hair and wrapped a towel around me. It hasn't changed a lot since I was little still a huge bed still had hundreds of stuff animals everywhere. I gave a deep breath and heard my father's car come in the driveway.
I grew excited and ran out of my room to greet him dropping my towel on the way. i still had on my wet clothes tho.
"Hi daddy!" I bursts with excitement.
He gave a nod and held his hand up not bothering to wave it. As he looked passed me.
I frowned a bit but continued "Daddy how was work?"
Again he said nothing.
And it wasn't that he was tiered or couldn't talk he could but he would never talk to me. I don't know why tho. I try so hard to be a good daughter too. Every morning I would bring him his newspaper and a cup of coffee non-fat double-late with tow spoons of sugar and a hit of honey just the way he liked it. But he would never smile when I gave it to him not even a thanks. But he would always say thanks and smile when the servants would get it for him. I looked at my father who was resting on his chair by the fire drinking tea. He never talks to me. I never even heard his voice directed to me, it was always someone else when he spoke.
I gave one last attempt. "Hey dad! I need to tell you something. I got into a fight at school. Don't you have anything to say to me?" I say a little to excited hope in my eyes that he will say something to me or anything really.
He only grumbled not even bothering to look at me. I had, had it I ran up to my room crying jumping on my bed and sobbing on my pillow. After what felt like an hour I got up and rubbed my eyes. I saw a glass of water on the nightstand next to my bed. It must have been a maid passing by.
I pulled out my phone that was water-proof from my pocket and text my ' best friend'
Hi. It's me Princess. :) I really need to talk now.
Oh it's you. Listen I heard today you got into a fight.
And?
Ya. I'm not your friend anymore. she replied.
What!? but I thought we were friends. :'( I messaged.
Omg Princess you such a crybaby XD anyways your super lame now and no one wants to be you friends anymore. Soooo you can just die in a hole and no1 will ever miss you:) hahaha bye :) Fat Ass! she texted.
I put my phone away and felt more tears come on. I texted all my 'friends' and the all said the same only more hurtful words. I wanted to cry but I refused to show anymore tears. I drank the water that was still next to my bed. I sighed and I drank the water and got up making my way to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror.
'Fat ass' lingered in my head as I looked at myself.
"They're right." I said to myself.
My hair was tangled and messy with an ugly shade of red. My ugly brown eyes were way to common. I had way to many freckles to be cute. My nose was hideous and pig like. I pulled up my shirt and saw my 'tires' the fat lumps around my stomach. I saw I had a muffin top. (A/N she she's herself as fat when actually she's one of the skinniest girls in her class).
My thieves were touching. "Gross." A voice in my head told me.
My subconscious was right. About this.
" I really am ugly and fat and stupid!" I spoke to myself.
As I turned away from the mirror closing my eyes. I don't want to look at myself anymore.
"My mother was wrong." I whispered as I opened my eyes again in extreme anger. "MY MOTHER WAS WRONG!" I screamed with my voice cracking as I threw my hands at the glass breaking the mirror. She was wrong to think I'm beautiful. she was wrong to think i would ever accomplish anything, and she was wrong to love me!
I smashed it again and again until my hands were bleeding viciously. I was breathing heavily as I stared at my reflection from the millions of broken pieces. I saw my mother in the reflection she was behind me.
"What do you want?!" I snapped at her.
She remained silent as she stared at me tho the mirror in disbelief. I hated that when I talked to someone they don't respond. Just like my father.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT!?" I screamed my voice cracking again.
My hands still on the broken glass blood falling on to the counter where the mirror was hung over. The white marble now covered in blood. iwas was breaching heavily angrily staring at my own reflection.
"Why are you doing this?" She said in her calm mellow voice she always used. Her long brown hair flowing around her beautiful face. Her beautiful chocolate eyes complemented her hour glass figure perfectly. I could never be as beautiful as her.
"Because I'm ugly. " I replied simply.
"No. Your not. You are beautiful. " she calmly said. then she was gone just like that, she disappeared.
My mind immediately went back to when I was younger. I was 4 years old but I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 4 years old, a year before I met the Powerpuff girls. I was 4 years old when my mother the only person in the world who truly cared for me was taken away from me.
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