Dearest ex-friends,
When you looked at me, what did you see? Did you see long, black hair that had some weird wave pattern to it? Did you notice that my hazel eyes are more brown than green? Did you notice the imperfections on my skin, growing like a cancer that made me so insecure?
Or did you see someone you could use? Someone to be thrown away like trash? Or was it not always this way?
Zoe, you asked if we could have a sleepover. I agreed, because isn't that what girls always do? As soon as you saw my house, your eyes went wide as saucers, and you took in the perfectly kept landscaping with your jaw dropping. It's funny how the things I barely even noticed, things that were so normal to me, had you staring in awe.
When we got to my room, you claimed it was almost as big as your house. You flopped on my king sized bed, smiling up at the ceiling. You said you were so glad we were friends in the same breath as "buying nice things is usually not a good sign. Just saying."
Well, Zoe, maybe that should've been my sign. But I was stupid, and I was desperate to have a real friendship, a true connection with someone, that I laughed and brushed it off.
Remember,
Laila
YOU ARE READING
Because Of You
Short Story•The story of a broken girl told in letters to the people who hurt her. Yes, she actually mailed them. • They turned her life upside down. She went from popular to no one. Laila recounts the story of how it all happened in letters to the people who...
