Fragile Bones

Chapter Three

Why do these things happen to me? Did I deserve it? Probably, I can't think of any other reason why I'm being treated so terribly. Is it because I'm so fat? Maybe if I lose all this weight, they might actually like me, might actually want to be friends with me. But did I really want to be friends with people like that? I could never treat someone like they treat me. I know it's just because they're insecure, but why did they have to make my life a living hell?

They'd never want to be friends with someone like me anyway. Nobody would. A streak of lightening lit up the grey sky and I jumped back from the sound of thunder that came immediately after it. Uncontrollable tears started streaming down my face, blending into the rain running down my cheeks. My vision went blurry through the mist of the tears in my eyes and I saw barely managed to see headlights coming straight towards my body. I threw my hands over my face, in hopes to achieve I have no idea what considering if this car was to actually hit me, my hands wouldn't prevent it from killing me.

I heard the car screech to a stop and then everything went silent. There wasn't a noise around me except for the splashes of rain hitting the ground. I gingerly opened an eye to see the car stopped literally a foot in front of my body. I slowly took my hands down from shielding my face and looked around me, wondering if I had caused an accident. It appeared that no other cars took notice since I was only crossing from one street to another and not in a giant intersection or anything. I drew my eyes away from the scenery around me and peered into the windshield to be met with a pair of very angry and very familiar green eyes. My eyes went wide and I knew I should run, but I was somehow frozen to the ground. I watched as his expression went from angry, to questioning as he took in my haggard appearance. He was most likely wondering why I was drenched from head to toe and probably noticed my red rimmed eyes from crying. He almost looked like he was about to open his car door to get out and I bolted away from the car, not bothering to apologize (even though I really should have) or even look back.

I ran for the last ten minutes of my journey and became relieved as soon as I could see my house. Through all the rain and my tears I almost ran into the giant "for sale" sign that decorated the neighboring houses front yard. I mentally cursed myself and ran around it to my front porch.

Throwing open the front door I ignored the shout of my mother and ran up to my room heading to the window open entering. I all but shoved my face against the cool glass of the window, silently watching to see if I could see his car driving up my street. After fifteen minutes of staring I wondered what I was hoping to accomplish with this stalker-like action and pulled myself away from the window and mental scolded myself for behaving like a lunatic.

I gently crawled onto my bed and pulled out my laptop, planning to start on some homework but instead going to Instagram. Yes, even I had an Instagram, but it was under a false name with a picture of an elephant as my profile picture. I didn't need bullying on the internet as well as in real life. Kids from my school apparently didn't care who followed them, and accepted requests from even my weird profile. I found my way to the search bar and typed the name Asher King in and waited for the page to load. He was the first one to show up on the list of Asher Kings and I clicked on his profile. There weren't many selfies on there, a standard for most guys but there were plenty of pictures of parties.

A certain one drew me to click on it and enlarge it, allowing me to examine the picture more closely. It was obviously taken before he had moved and depicted him standing with a couple of girls and guys on either side of him at some kind of party. He had an arm wrapped loosely around the girl directly next to him, and he seemed to be holding some type of cup in one of his hands. I couldn't tell if it was alcohol that was in it, but I assumed so. He wasn't wearing much of an expression on his face besides a lazy smile, but his eyes bore into the camera making me feel as if he was actually staring at me. I slammed my laptop shut and walked away from where it sat on my bed.

He almost crashed into me. With his freaking car! What would have happened if he hadn't slammed on his brakes so quickly? Would the impact have killed me? It probably would have, he seemed to have been going pretty fast along the road, despite having to have just left the school. God, I hope nothing's wrong with his car from that; he could have broken his brakes from slamming onto them so hard. That was something that happened sometimes right? All I know is that I definitely do not have enough money to give to someone to fix their car. Maybe I should just go up to him at school tomorrow and apologize, be the bigger person in this scenario. Of course, my social anxiety will probably have me running for the hills before I get the chance.

I decided to do the only thing I knew how to do right now. Hopefully it would get my mind off of school, in fact I knew it would, but maybe in a worse direction. I quietly made my way over to our bathroom and shut the door behind me once I was in, protecting myself against all that there was in the world by standing on the other side of a flimsy piece of wood.

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I know this story is going really slow right now, but that's kind of what I want it to be. My main problem as a writer is the pacing of the story. Obviously I shouldn't go day by day, but I also can't have it skipping months and leaving out important details. I'll figure it out hopefully. Right now I just want to get this chapter out.

Also, I didn't edit this chapter so excuse any mistakes that might be lurking around in there.

I realize this is some typical Wattpad romance bullshit right here, but hang onto your hats ladies and gentlemen, because there are more surprises to come. Maybe. Sorry this chapter is so short, I'll try to make the next one longer.

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Emma x