He told me he would stay with me, he told me I was his world. Why was I watching him with another girl?
I watched Damien kiss her, right in front of her house. I knew her, she was my friend. Her name was Stacia. She was pretty but very stuck up. She had red smoothe hair, as beautiful as fire. Her eyes were crystal blue and her pale white face made her even more breath-taking. Her clothes were always "perfect" but they just made her look like a skank to me. She had a black lace tank top that wrapped perfectly around her body, showing the perfect curves she had. Stacia loved to show her bone white, sexy, thick legs. Her dark colored shorts made her ass look so sexy it would make Kim Kardashian cry.
Of course.. Stacia sounds sexier than Bri. I had dark long brown hair, the color of poop (lucky me), with brown eyes. I was tanned a little and my face was round. I always wore T-shirts, pants, sweat shirts, and sneakers... I guess Damien got tired of casual me.
Jealousy burned inside me! I felt so angry! So Abandoned! so alone..
I've never felt so angry in my entire life. I wanted to kill Stacia, to watch her die by my hands for all the things she's done to me. But Damien. Oh so sweet Damien had his hands on the disgusting witch! I watched as his hands wandered around her body, playfully teasing her.
I looked down. I knew I'd always come second to everyone, I could barely feel my heart beating. I felt dead. Betrayed. Alone. Forgotten.
My heart felt as if it was frozen in place. My brain not able to process why this always happened to me.
In my head, I heard the mocking laughter of Stacia.. and Damien.
"No.. Stop laughing at me.." I pleaded weakly, but they laughed louder. And louder. I couldn't bear it!
"SHUT UP!!!" I yelled over the laughter.
Silence took place and all I could hear was the slow beating of my heart. I was still standing frozen, watching Damien kiss Stacia.
Damien looked up and saw me. His expression changed immediately and he opened his mouth to say something. But I didn't want to hear it.
I stared at him with my sad empty eyes and he tried to apologize to me, tell me he was sorry and that he didn't mean to. Stacia just grinned at me like she accomplished everything she wanted.
Damien slowly reached to touch my cheek but i slapped his hand away. I glared at him with my dark empty emotionless eyes. He flinched a bit under my glare.
"Don't touch me with those filthy hands." I said emotionlessly.
"Bri.. I-" He started.
"Shut up! I thought u were my boyfriend! I thought you cared about me!" I yelled.
Stacia crossed her arms and smirked, "I'll always have what's yours, Bri. I've always been and always will be better than you."
"Why me?.." I thought to myself.