The Poor Girl

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The Poor Girl
Fiction by Kristina Corce

She knew what she had to do. She had to forget about him and move on. But to her, moving on seemed as impossible as pulling the sun out of the sky. Her other attempts turned out to be failures. But she had to try at least one more time. Something inside told her that this time would be different. This time, she was finally going to give up on him and move on with her life. She did move on but she couldn’t forget how she felt about him. She sees him everyday and it’s a constant reminder. A reminder of what was and what could never be.

He’s with another girl now and it drives her crazy. He’s not really with another girl. He’s more so flirting with several girls, right in front of her. She tires to ignore it but it’s extremely difficult when he’s everywhere she is.

Some days she got so irritated by his flirting that she wanted to deck him. But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to do it. And for that, she hated him. Yet after all the things they’ve went through, she still liked him, whether he realized it or not. Only one other person knew about her dirty little secrets. And that was her best friend. He didn’t know that she’d told her friend about everything. But when he found out, he was outraged and extremely irritated. Strangely, he never confronted her face-to-face about it. So, she continued telling her best friend everything that happened. Her best friend couldn’t believe some of the things he had said and done to her. Her friend told every story to her, no matter how dirty and disturbingly twisted they were.

He started ignoring her again, and she didn’t like it at all. Soon it got to the point where just the sight of him made her sick to her stomach. That’s when she realized what she had to do. She could either accept the ignoring and try and move on, or ignore him right back. She tried both choices, neither failed, nor succeeded. And she couldn’t keep her “cheerful” mask on any longer. But she wasn’t able to take it off. It’s not that she didn’t want to take it off, she just couldn’t remove it. She felt like it was hot-glued to her face.

No-one believed her when she had told them. And that made her even angrier. She thought her story was beyond believable. Soon, people started making fun of her because of her story. She was beyond pissed when her best friend wouldn’t even believe her. She was getting sick of trying. She was sick of her life and all that she’d done in it.

Later that night she was crying into her teddy bear. All she was hearing was the voices of people teasing her. She cried even harder, her face pressed deeply in her bear. Soon, she had her face so close in the bear that she could no longer breathe. She’d suffocated herself, accidentally….. And no-one really cared. The poor, lonely girl.

Posted 06/07/2006