She looked at the mess she had created. Her room was a chaos...just like her life. Books and clothes lay strewn across the bed. There were coffee stains almost everywhere. A mouldy stench emanated from the room. She hadn't seen the sunlight for about a week now.
She was trapped.
Inside her room and her body.
She just wanted to break free.
'Look at that fatso walk. Even an elephant walks better.'
'Ugh. I would rather die than become her.'
'Hahaha hogging on all the food eh? No wonder you're so ugly.'
'Hey I don't think you should dance. People would get traumatised!’
'She's such an embarrassment!'
'I totally ship her with that fat guy from other class. They would be "HUGE" couple goals!'
Her mind kept reminding her of these comments hurled at her. She broke the mirror in angst and didn't even bother cleaning her bloody hands.
It wasn't her fault yet she felt guilty about her looks. She cursed herself for being the way she was. People were right. She was a loser. She lost everything she had ever loved and didn't deserve to live at all.
It wouldn't matter anyway. Nobody cared. Nor her dead parents or her selfish uncle who wasted his life drowning in alcohol with the money her parents had saved.
But something stopped her every time she tried harming herself.
That one picture.
Her eyes welled up with tears.
He had been the only ray of hope when everything around her fell apart. He used to be her home.
She would never break her promise to him.
P.S: Part 2 coming soon!
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