With just one click, her sanity was forever destroyed.
It all started earlier that day with a selfie she had taken on her brand new iphone 6plus. She had gotten it as a birthday present from her parents for working hard in school and excelling at her grades. After all she had worked for and attained, it was well deserved and she was joyous. Although, she had no idea that later that night, the iphone would be her source of pain, humiliation, and defeat.
She beautified herself up. This selfie would be the definition of who she was at her local high school. It had to be perfect. She styled her long, flowing auburn locks, did a touch of make-up to make her green eyes pop, and chose the right shade of lipstick to complement all of her lovely features.
After all was finished, she just had one last thing to accomplish: to find the right lighting and angle. 10 minutes later, she found exactly what she wanted. A perfect, natural lighting and angle picture under the oak tree in her backyard. The sunlight highlighted her auburn hair, making it shine and roar with life. The shade drew her green eyes out, bringing an ethereal look to life while her lips smiled with pure, genuine joy at the masterpiece of it all. 5 seconds later, click. The picture was taken.
Shortly after, she uploaded her new selfie to facebook under the caption "My first selfie on my new iphone! Feeling fabulous!" She was proud and felt accomplished. She had managed to take a good selfie, which was rare in her high school. Unlike hers, the other teenage girls took selfies that were questionable, to say the least. Partying in the background, beer in cheap, plastic, red cups, breasts hanging out of non-existing tops, duck face, and the list went on and on. In short, all of the teenage girls posted "selfies" that were unnatural, fake, and just plain shameful. It made her sad yet disgusted at those girls for setting themselves up for future embarrassment and societal failure. Not her though. Hers was beautiful, natural, and mature. She knew her self worth...
After playing around with her new phone, she knew she had homework to do. So, she went back inside, up to her room, and took out her geometry homework. While she was working, she had no idea that in just a few hours, a bunch of her classmates got together, found her selfie, and replaced it with a new photo shopped version of it that would make anybody cry tears of shame.
Fifteen geometry problems later, it was time for dinner. She went downstairs and helped her mother set the table. Once all was said and done, she enjoyed a lovely meal with her parents and younger sister. Later, once leftovers were put away and dishes cleaned, she went back upstairs to finish her homework. She glanced at her phone on her desk and thought "I'll just take a five minute break and see if I got any likes!" She picked up her phone and logged into facebook, eager for notifications. At first, all was quiet. Regular photos, statuses, ads, articles. And then, there it was...
The photo shopped photo showed fake cleavage, fake missing teeth, orange hair, and the sluttiest outfit that would shame a grandmother. She was shocked, outraged! "Where's my photo?!" But the caption said it all: "Original photo destroyed, new photo for revenge!" Revenge? For what? And then came the comments.
Good for nothing goody-two shoes!
You think you're so perfect? I think not.
She sucks dicks for money!
Go kill yourself, you worthless piece of shit!
The comments went on and on until she couldn't handle it anymore. She feebly attempted to respond to all of the comments, saying this was a joke but that it was not funny anymore. It didn't work. The comments kept getting worse by the minute. All of a sudden, the worst possible thing happened that sent it all to hell. Her crush, John, responded.
"I really thought this was a joke but I guess I was wrong. I can't believe you. I thought you were the one real girl left at this dumb high school but you're just like the rest. Don't ever talk to me again."
Everything she knew was gone. Her friends, crush, her photo, self worth. Forever. There was no reason to go on anymore.
Long after she said goodnight to her family and closed her bedroom door, she wrote a note. A long, heartbreaking note. And then she climbed out the window and disappeared into the black night.
The next morning, a body was found...on the railroad tracks.
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