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One ding turned into five. Five turned into ten. Ten turned into hundreds. Her phone was blowing up, as the middle schooler could only pace her room back and forth, biting at her nails as she didn’t want to look at what was being said.
All she did was pose for a picture. She didn’t steal anything. Why are these people hurling insults at her, and him? That pazuzu_soccer freak, why did he even attack her in the first place?!
Her eyes felt themselves go watery, as she hesitantly picked up her phone and began to scroll through the dozens upon dozens of wall messages and DM’s she’d received.
How could she? She should die.
This behavior is unacceptable no matter the age!!
Girls like her should finish the job already.
She thinks because she’s young she can get away with this? Pathetic.
Her breath stifled, as she almost lunged the phone from her hands to the well, leaving a dent, grabbing her blankets and wrapping herself in them as she whimpered.
In an attempt to drown it all out, she decided to sleep in her uniform. She can’t do this. It’ll be over tomorrow, she reassured herself. This’ll pass.
It didn’t.
Every day, she’d wake up to an alarming amount of notifications, and it all was overwhelming. Far too overwhelming, there were times she considered hurting herself, in a way to ease the pain. She never could go through with it though….too scary.
That was until she looked out her window, seeing a man taking a picture of her front porch, and dread began to consume her. Oh god. They’re going to post that. They’re going to post that.
Panic swelled the poor meek girl, as she threw her head back and spiraled, holding her strands of hair between her fingers as her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground.
Haah…..Haaaaah…..Maybe…maybe she did do something wrong. Maybe she deserved this, why else would she be getting attacked.
Maybe….it would be better if she was…dead.
She hurried to her bathroom, and began to frantically look around for anything she can use, landing on a pair of scissors as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, sunken eyes laced with red from her tears.
Hah. How pathetic, to die like this. She thought. As she walked back to her room and looked outside, the stranger had left, and once again she found herself hesitating, throwing the scissors to the side. She can’t do it. She just can’t.
….She slowly opened her window, taking a step out as she stared at the concrete below. This would be quick and painless right…? …. Right.
THUD.