𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚈𝚘𝚞

{No matter how many times I talk about my past, I relive my nightmares. Those nightmares shape my reality. I can't escape them...}

"Dallia?"

I looked up from my textbook and stared at him, raising my eyebrows in question.

"Yes, Damian?"

"Do you want to hang out with my friends and I later tonight?" He asked as he walked over to me, taking a seat beside me. I sighed as I looked away, staring down at my open textbook. I was catching up on homework before I decided to head home. The thought of being at a diner filled with people and the smell of delicious food will taunt me. I bit my inner cheek.

I could go and eat a little bit. I know he'll ask me about my eating habits. I just wouldn't go..

I looked up, turning to him. I smiled, he smiled back at me, his cute dimples popping up.

"I'm sorry Damian." His face fell. He scratched the back of his, loss of words. He looked down at the floor below him. I felt bad for turning down his invitation by goal was to look perfect. It was the most important thing to me. Small diet, perfect grades, more sleep, etc.

"I can't go with you. I have things to do at home."

"Like what?" I closed my textbook and shoved it in my bag. I stood up and sighed, slinging the bag over my shoulder.

"I have to study for exams. You know this. I'd like to go but I'm just too busy."

"Dallia.. exams are like 5 months from now."

Shit...

"Um.." He chuckled. He stood up next to me, towering over me. I stared at his chest. He lifted my head up with his index finger and smiled down at me. I gulped as I stared into his eyes.

"I know you don't want to go. You're scared about being around big crowds, right?"

Yes... not really. Close enough.

I laughed a little.

"Yeah." I lied as I slapped his hand away, walking past him. I exit the library of our school. As a senior class student, this year really mattered to me. It also meant that I was closer to adulthood than ever before. It made me nervous about what would happen to me after I graduated. Would I attend a University like my parents would've wanted or be a free spirit, partying in my 20s until I got my life back together later?

I continued to walk down the slightly busy hallway, hearing familiar footsteps close behind me.

"I'll pick you up Dallia! Wear something nice!" He shouted at me as he caught up to me.

"You're so persistent." He chuckled as he walked by my side.

"Of course! I always get what I want."

I rolled my eyes. I approached my locker, opening the door and shoving my textbooks inside. I closed it shut. Damian was leaning up against the locker next to mine.

"You're annoying you know."

He scoffed as I turned around. Before he could say anything, I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head, a heavy hit.

"Ow!" I screamed as my hand shot to the back of my head. I grimanced as I turned around to face Damian. Behind him were a group of girls laughing. I looked down to see a medium sized rock on the floor. Damian's eyes were wide in shock.

"Are you okay?!"

No I'm not...

I nodded my head and procceeded to walk away from him. I hated this stupid school. I guess I can say the only good thing about it was Damian. Despite the fact I hated his ass, he was really nice and generous. At least I would hope he had good intentions, but my walls will always be up with him. He's one of the popular guys in the school. In his grade, he's the top one. I'm not attached to him, but he's a nice person to talk to. I honestly don't even know how we met. I think he justed started talking to me and I just went along with it. With his reputation though, I'm pretty sure he's just playing with me like every other girl he was with in the past. I'm smart enough to not be the next victim. All I can do is let him talk to me all he wants and just listen and decline his offers.

"Dallia!" I huffed as I heard him call out to me.

"Damian go away!" I yelled back as I jumped into a sprint, running away. I managed to lose him in some hallways. As I found the exit to the school, started heading to it. Gripping onto my bag strap, my hand met the door handle. A hand wrapped around my wrist and spun me around. I couldn't think fast enough as I was harshly yanked into a room. I gasped as I was pushed further in, looking around, I was in the girls restroom. My eyes wandered to the group of girls in front of me, ones Iv'e never seen before. They lined up before me, blocking my only exit. A brown haired girl with small freckles stepped forward, her arms swiftly extending out, shoving me roughly to the floor. I whinced as my ass hit the hard floor. Another girl, who I assumed was the leader stepped forward. Her eyes pierced into mine, I shuddered. She leaned forward and spat at my face. I blinked as it landed on my lashes.

"An ugly girl like you has no right to be near Damian!" I stared at her quiet. I wasn't surprised at this point. I had a feeling it was a Damian fan squad. Everything that has ever happened to me was because of Damian. He was the root cause of my pain in this school.

"He follows me. I have no control over that."

"Bitch! Who told you to speak?" She slapped me across the face. The sharp sting bringing tears in my eyes. It was so hard that I felt drops dripping from my nose. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand, I stared down at the blood on my skin.

"Stay away from him!"

"You're not even pretty! Stop trying so hard to have people like you!"

"Yeah! You're just a piece of shitty garbage." They continued to throw insults at me as I remained on the floor. My eyes widen as they started to move in on me.

"Ow! Stop it!" I screamed as they started to kick me in the chest and stomach. "Let me go!"

I screamed louder as the leader grabbed my hair and started to drap me accross the bathroom floor. She dragged me outside the bathroom into the hallway, her minions following shortly behind. She tossed me down and started to beat me up in front of everyone.

"This is what you get for being a slutty bitch!" I got kicked in the face. I started to see stars, my vision getting out of focus. My body and head ached everywhere. The pain was bearable enough.

"Dallia!" I groaned as I tried to free myself from them. I looked up to Damian watching me get beat up from the crowd. He pushed past people and shoved the girls aside. I felt his warm hands pick me up a little bit before placing me on his lap.

"Damian, she started it!"

"It doesn't even look it at all. You guys dont even look like she touched you!" He yelled back.

"Why are you even touching her?"

"She's nothing but a slut and a low life!"

"Fuck off! The only sluts I see are all of you!" He shouted loudly at the group of girls. The hallway was silent for a moment. Mostly from shock since everyone knows Damian never yells. I groaned as I pushed myself off of him. I pushed him away as I stood up, my footing uneasy. I started to walk away into the crowd in front of me.

"Dallia! Come back! You're not well."

"Fuck off Damian. I hate you.." I glared at him. He stared at me in shock. His face shifting to a look of sadness. I turned around and walked to the exit, shoving the door open and not looking back.

I hated him. He was the cause of my pain, the lingering depression. He's the reason people bully or harrass me. I don't want his attention, I didn't even ask for it. I just want to disappear and come back as this perfect looking doll.

I just want to be pretty.