Pranking Dorm Room 220 (Book 2)

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4:

 "Hey hon, wake up! Classes start today. Ash and Sky are already at breakfast." Dean says, waking me up.

I nod my head and he helps me up and to the shower. 

"God I hate feeling useless!" I exclaim. Oh wait, that reminds me. I am useless.

"Just two more weeks and you will be fine!" Dean tells me.

Little does he know that it doesn't do much, I'll just be able to walk properly again. I doesn't change the fact that I'm useless.

"Okay I'm good, just leave me to shower." I tell Dean when we reach the shower.

"Take as long as you need, I'll go pick out your outfit!" He exclaims excitedly before rushing off to my closet.

The sight of him so exited brings a smile to my face, but it quickly disappears. I don't deserve to smile. I don't deserve to at all.

I hop into the hot shower and quickly put some shampoo and conditioner on my hair before hopping back out and wrapping a bath robe around myself.

I look in the mirror and see my horrid self. Oh god I look terrible. I'm too fat, I have ugly hair, my nose is too big, there are bags under my eyes, there is a huge bruise on my cheekbone, my eyebrows are too bushy, and I can spot way more stuff that’s wrong with me.

What Lauren said is right. After I finished listing off things that were wrong with me, I find a razor. I remember when I was 14 and 15 I used to cut. I didn't cut deep enough that there would be scars, but I did cut. It always helped me release all my emotions that I kept bottled up inside myself.

Maybe the razor will help me. I grab the razor and I'm about to cut myself when Dean barges in.

"Hey hon are you do-" He stops when he sees what I'm about to do.

"Aw hell nah!" He yells and grabs the razor from me. I open my mouth to tell him off but he just places his hand over my mouth and glares at me.

"Listen to me right now! I do not want to see you cutting! You are stronger than that! Now why the hell did you want to cut yourself?" Dean yells.

Tears start pouring down my face as I yell back, "Because what Lauren said was true! I'm ugly, fat, and I did not deserve Spencer. He dated me out of pity! I'm absolutely useless! I deserve to feel pain!"

"Don’t you dare say you are useless! Look at yourself!" He yells pulling me in front of the mirror, "You are absolutely beautiful! You are skinny, and you have curves that any girl would die for! Look at Lauren! She's the stupid bimbo who may I say, has no curves and she covers all ugliness under her makeup! She is so fake that she is basically Barbie herself! Now I do not want you cutting again! My best friend fucking killed herself by slashing her wrists! She used to cut herself before and then she took her life!"

Now it was both of us crying. The things he said hit me hard. I realized that he was right. I shouldn't have listened to Lauren! She just hit me in my moment of weakness. I'm not week! I'm strong and beautiful! To think I'm not is just a shame.

"I-I'm sorry Dean, I didn't know. You're right! I was just sad and I shouldn't have let her get to me. She is just another bully." I say pulling him into a big hug. 

As our tears subside I let go of him and ask, "How about a makeover? I can be a new me. I'll be even more strong and beautiful." 

"Hells yeah! After class though, alright sweetheart? Since the first day is on a Friday we can be up all night, but go get dressed. We don't want to be late for our first college day, and I'm helping you to class, since were in the same fashion class." He tells me.

I nod and he helps me back to my bed. When I finish changing into the pink shorts and black tank top he laid out, I put on some sandals and head out on my crutches.

Well here goes the first day.

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The first day was awesome. In class we all just listened to music and sketched a dress design and my teacher told me he liked mine best. 

The teacher was cool too. She was laid back and she had a good fashion sense.

Now Dean and I are out in town thinking of what I should do first for my makeover. 

"Oh my god! Dye the tips of your hair red!" Dean exclaims.

"Perfect!" I say back before we rush into the barber shop.

It took about an hour, but after it was done, it looked great.

"Damn girl! You look HOT!" Dean exclaims.

I flip my hair over my shoulder and raise my chin up all snotty like, balancing on one leg and say, "I know!"

He chuckles at me and we leave the barber shop. 

"Is that all you wanted to do?" He asks as we walk around.

That’s when I spot the tattoo shop.

"No, I'm getting a new tattoo." I declare and head into the shop.

He follows quickly behind and says, "Ok well I'm going to stay in another room because I cannot stand needled so yeah."

I nod and head to the tattoo artist and tell him what I want. He nods at me and gets started.

Oh damn it hurt! I don't know why I did this again! It hurt like hell last time, and it hurts like hell now.

He finally finishes after what seemed like days, when really it was only about 2 hours. I look down at my wrists and smile. It was perfect.

On my left wrist it says strong, and on my right wrist it says beautiful. They were both done in black and they were in a nice curvy font. It will always be a reminder that I am strong and beautiful in my own way. Those who say otherwise can suck it.

The tattoo artist, who I found out his name was Jack, then bandaged my wrists, instructing me not to take the bandages off for 3 hours before taking it off and putting antibacterial stuff and ointment on it.

After that I take my crutches and head out.

"What did you get?" Dean asks as we walk out the store.

I smile up at him before saying, "You'll see in three hours. Now let’s go to CVS and grab some stuff for my tattoo and we can head back to the dorms."

He nods and we go get the stuff before heading back. On our walk back we just make small talk about class, shows, and other stuff.

We reach my dorm after about 10-20 minutes of walking and we bid farewell before I head inside.

"Hey bitches! I'm home!" I yell out to them, even though they are only sitting about 10 feet in front of me.

"OMG I love your hair!" They exclaim.

I shrug and say, "I just wanted something new for my new, stronger self."

"Well you look amazing! Did you get a new tattoo?" Ash asks.

I nod and say, you’ll get to see it soon, but I still need to keep it bandaged for another 2 hours."

They nod their heads and turn back to the show they were watching. Before I can make my way over them my phone rings.

"Hello?" I say, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Vi, its Spencer. We need to talk."

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Authors note: Sorry it's short, but at least I updated! :) Hope you liked it! Vote and Comment!