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The Story of a Broken Butterfly
All she felt was pain.
It wasn't easy to cover up, but somehow
she did it; all the scars on her wrists were easily covered with
foundation and other types of makeup.
The smile, really, was
actually the hardest part to keep up. Every day she forced it onto her
face, practicing in the mirror so nobody would be able to tell.
nobody could, not Mel, her best friend, Luke, her almost sort-of
boyfriend, or any of her family members. She was pretty sure they knew
that she had kind of been on the downside lately, but never thought much
of it, for she wasn't exactly an optimist.
Everything had started
going downhill a few weeks ago as she had lost the championship game
for her team and was completely being beat up about it.
She remembered the game very well.
seconds. They were down by two points. The ball was passed, flying
through the air with an orange blur and hit her in the hands.
She should have been able to catch it.
She had caught plenty of balls before in her life, but somehow this one was different.
The ball smacked her palm.
She tried, numbly, in vain, to catch it.
The ball bounced.
The ball rolled out of bounds, to her absolute horror, as the buzzer ending the game sounded.
other team was shouting and all of their fans swarmed onto the court
and her team began to assemble and everyone was looking at her and all
she could do was
coach tried to tell her it wasn't her fault, and that he understood
about her nervousness and didn't blame her for anything. The dirty looks
cast around the room said otherwise.
That's when the name
calling, gossiping, and laughing behind her back all started. All the
girls from the basketball team that had been some of her best friends
stopped sitting with her at lunch, stopped talking to her, and stopped
inviting her to the gym on weekends.
They all just... stopped.
later, the papers were stuck to her locker. Things that said "Oops, it
slipped" or "Captain Butterfingers Will Save Us." They all had the same
bright red font, screaming at her even in the solitude of her bedroom.
When she closed her eyes, there it was.
When she went into the girl's bathroom to cry, there it was, circling around her eyes.
As her grades gradually started to go from straight A's to straight C's, circled at the top of her papers.
one of the girls got in a fight with her at school over how she
completely ruined the game for them. The sticky blood that flowed out of
her nose, to her shock, as she held her hand up to her face.
Luke told her he just wasn't feeling "it" anymore, and thought that
they just needed to be friends. She stared at his shirt, trying not to
After months and months, it was all she saw. Red. Red. Red. Red.
That was the last color she would ever see.