| 2face didn't want to get out of the car. All of a sudden she was scared, scared of what people might say when they saw her face for the first time. The left of her face was fine, but the right side looked like it had been melted. On her right side her eye was damaged, and her right ear was almost burnt away to nothing. She forced herself to open the door and climb out. She had promised herself that she would do this, and that she would not hide the right side of her face. She looked at the bench where her friends were sitting. She wondered what their reactions would be when they saw her face for the first time after the fire. Would they gasp in horror or stare in shock? Would some of them even be afraid of her? 2face desperately hoped things could go back to the way they were, with her as the leader of their little gang, but she knew that was impossible. Things would never be the same again. She slowly started to walk towards her friends. One by one her friends noticed her and gasped as they saw her face, and her steps faltered at their expressions of horror and pity. Two of them jumped up straight away, mumbled their excuses and walked off, looking like they couldn't get out of there fast enough. Their rejection of her hurt, but what made it worse was the fact that the rest of her so-called friends looked like they wanted to follow. 2face looked down at her shoes. Her *friends* didn't want to be here, so why should she make them stay. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she told them they could go if they wanted, they didn't have to stay. She didn't look up to see them go, but she heard their muttered apologies. Hearing them sent anger and hate rushing through her. / Why did this have to happen to me? What have I ever done? Why couldn't it have happened to someone else? / For a moment she hated her friends, hated her parents, hated herself for hating so much, and just hated the world, but her hate slowly trickled away as she sunk down onto the bench her friends had been sitting on only moments before. As much as she wished that this had never happened to her, she could never wish all this on someone else. All this pain, and rejection, and shame. She could never wish it on someone else. She let her long, black hair fall forward and cover her face as she fought back the tears that threatened to fall, and as she silently promised herself that what ever happened, she would not cry and she would not give up. She would be strong. |
| So Called Friends |