We are beautiful.
Chapter 12
"Delilah isn't dead." She almost whispered.
W- w- what? S- s- she i.. isn't dead?
This is a lie.
This can't be true.
I saw her, I saw her DEAD!
My mouth is open, and the top of my tongue slightly sticks out.
It can't.. no this must be a joke. It has to be a joke.
"I- i- it's complicated. But I can't tell you. You have to find out yourself."
Sammy whispers, and gets all teary : "I'm so so sorry."
Why does she keep telling me she's sorry? It's all good, right?
I throw her a strange look, and she starts playing with her fingers.
"But.. Why can't you just tell me?" I ask, and i'm kind of excited to see Delilah again.
"She doesn't want it that way. I'm sorry. I have to go now." She says, and she turns around, an walks away.
The bomb falls, and I get it. Delilah doesn't want to see me.
She somehow managed to convince everyone she's dead, and just.. left?
How.. what..
I thought she was my real best friend! I thought, she was the person who kept me happy. I thought she was the person with who I would share ridiculous sleepovers.
But eventually, she is just like everybody else. Just like everybody who has left me before. In a mean way.
I can't believe-
"Do you, have any idea why Harry is bullying you?" I totally forgot Liam is still here, and I think about his question.
That is a good question. Why is he actually bullying me?
I haven't done anything wrong.
I never hurted him.
Why. Does. He. Bully. Me.
I look up to Liam, and I slowly shake my head.
He sighs, and he takes my hand in his and pinches it softly.
"I can't tell you anything. But please, don't give up your hopes."
He swallows, and continues.
"Don't give up. I have to admit, I know everything. And don't ask me why. But just, never give up your hopes."
I nod slowly, and I release my hand.
Why does this feels so unfair.
Why does Liam knows the truth, and I don't?
I'm sorry, but last time I checked, I am Delilah's best friend. Not Liam.
Since when has Liam become her best friend?
I feel cheated on. I feel like the third wheel. I feel like my one and only friend tells anyone except for me.
Liam walks away, and leaves me alone with my thoughts.
And how did Liam and Sammy met though? Is this earth that small?
Yet nobody has get up, everyone is still laying hangover in the halls.
I notice the stairs, in the corner, and I decide to explore the house a bit.
I walk up to the stairs, and I see there are two more layers. I follow the stairs, and in front of me there are 3 doors.
I open the first door which is the closest to my right hand.
I walk in, and I notice half naked woman posters covering the wall. I quickly turn away, gross.
There is a bed, and it has blankets with Spiderman on it. Daw.
On the other side of the room, there is a desk, with some school books on it and a laptop. Next to the desk, is a huge closet.
I guess this is Harry's room. I notice a little door at one side. I walk onto there, and I push it open.
I walk into a little jam room, and there is a microphone in the middle, around of it, are speakers.
Why does Harry have this? He never seemed like a singing type.
I walk to the microphone, and I hesitate. Should I try?
I love to sing. I really do. I am just so afraid to perform in front of people.
Well, since nobodys here, I can try it out.
I walk to the standard, and I decide to sing acapella.
I do Beautiful, by Christina Aguilera. It's such an inspirational song. It really has a message. Songs nowadays, are shit. Well, most of them. You know, Call Me Maybe? Well that is a good example of bad, messageless music nowadays. Like seriously. The song is so annoying. You can't call that music.
I wrap my fingers around the microphone, and I start.
"Everyday is so wonderful
And suddenly, it's hard to breathe
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain,
I'm so ashamed"
I close my eyes, and think back to the rude comments which people shout at me.
"I am beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down, oh no
So don't you bring me down today"
I let a little tear slip from my eyecorner.
"To all your friends you're delirious
So consumed in all your doom
Trying hard to fill the emptiness,
The pieces gone,
Left the puzzle undone,
Ain't that the way it is?"
I let more tears escape, and I feel the wounds on my leg burning.
"You are beautiful no matter what they say
Words can't bring you down, no, no
You are beautiful in every single way
Words can't bring you down
So don't you bring me down today"
Suddenly, I hear a few voices coming from the corner. They sing in perfect harmony. I turn around, and I see 4 guys, but I have no idea who they are. I smile awkwardly, and they keep doing the backing vocals.
"No matter what we do"
Me : "(no matter what we do)"
"No matter what we say"
(no matter what we say)
"We're the song inside the tune"
"(yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)"
"Full of beautiful mistakes
And everywhere we go"
"(and everywhere we go)"
"The sun will always shine"
"(sun will always, always shine)"
"But tomorrow we might awake"
On the other side"
I let a few more tears escape, and listen how perfect our voices sound. Then, we all sing together:
"'Cause we are beautiful,
No matter what they say
Yes, words won't bring us down, oh no
We are beautiful in every single way
Yes, words can't bring us down, oh no
So don't you bring me down today"
"Don't you bring me down today
Don't you bring me down...
Mmm, today"
Wow. They are amazing. Who are they?
"Uhm. Hey." The one in the middle says, he has a brown quiff and blue eyes.
"Hey." I say awkwardly, and my cheeks turn red and I look at the ground. I hate socializing. I feel so awkward. I never go to big events, cause I don't like socializing. Maybe that's why I am an outsider.
"Did you know you have an amazing voice?" The one next to him says, he has black hair, and green eyes. He caught my eye at first.
Now I feel embarrassed. I hate when people listen to my voice. I don't want to get judged. But it's really nice of him.
"Wow.. well.. thanks!" I say and I get even more red than I already was.
They all are a little embarrassed and shy too, until the rightest one pulls out his hand, and says.
"Hi. I am Sam. Pleasure to meet you!" He breaks the ice, and I smile at the blonde curled boy.
I shake his hand, and I say:
"Hi! I'm Sarah! Pleasure to meet you too.
Then I get 3 more handshakings, and they all introduce themselves shortly.
"I'm Nick. I like nutella." The green eyed boy says, the one who caught my eye at first. He sends me a half smile, and shakes my hand excitedly.
"They call me Luke! I think I am the new Superman! Woohoo!" The quiff one does the Superman pose, and he makes me laugh.
The shy one, who hasn't said anything yet, introduces himself as
"I'm Finn." He shakes my hand quickly, and then turns away.
"Nice to meet you!" I send him a supporting smile, and he smiles back.
"Guys, are you a band? You guys have the perfect harmony!"
I say, and I look at them curiously.
They all start to grin, and they shake their heads. Even that was in harmony!
"What about you? Someone has to notice you're beautiful voice right?" Says Nick, and he winks.
I blush, and I say:
"Actually, you are the first one who told me.."
"HEY" Sam protests, and we all burst out in laughter.
"Yeah Sam, actually you were the first." We all grin a bit more, but then Lukes cellphone goes off.
"Hey mate."
"Yup"
"Still here."
"Alrighty."
"Be right there"
He hangs up, and he looks meaningfully at his mates.
"Sorry love, but we have to go! Let me give you my number! Maybe we could jam sometime." Lukes says, and he hands me a paper.
"Nice to meet all of you! Bye!"
It really was nice to meet them. Finally some people who share the same interest.
They walk outside, and I wait a little longer.
I remember that time, when Delilah tried to convince me she was fat, while actually, I was, and still am, the one with babyfat.
You know, it really bothers me when thin people say they are fat. It makes me insecure. Cause I am the one who is a little bit thicker than them.
If those people are fat, then what am I?
Those are the things what really makes me insecure. Oh and swimming. I barely swim. I am afraid someone sees my wounds, or my babyfat. I feel really ashamed about that.
When I was younger, I always wanted to punish myself for the bullying. I was convinced it was all because it was true, because I really am worthless, or too ugly to be born.
So, one time, I got some kind of musquito attack, and I kept keeping the wounds open, and now they turned into scars. It's so ugly. They are all over my body, and whenever I wear a bikini, I feel like everyone is watching them.
I sigh, and I walk back into Harry's room.
An open photoalbum catches my eye, and I grab it. I go sit on Harry's bed, and I flip through the pages. I see little Harry in bath, on the playground, with his mum's bra.
You wouldn't expect that cute little face to become a horrible person.
Sigh.
By the pages, he gets older. The first pages are phases of him walking, and biking, and playing. A little further, there a pictures of him and his schoolmates, and I notice Stripy, Blondie, and Tough Guy too.
What.
There is one photo that catches my eye.
It sticks half out of the book, and I pick it up.
What.
Why is Harry kissing Delilah in her backyard.
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Sorry for the cliffhanger last chapter.
Someone asked if I already wrote my whole story:
No, I kinda make everything up 5 minutes before I start writing a chapter.
Hey, I was wondering, how old do you think I am? Take a wild guess.