Vanessa's P.O.V
I folded myself deeper into my bed, hot tears dripping down my eyes as I clutched my phone watching the girl who was supposedly me make erotic movements on the screen her moans coming out softly as she moved. No that's not me, this isn't me... why can't you people understand that? That's not even the colour of my hair and it's quite obvious that the video was edited, why did they even have to post such a video on the school group chat? Why do you guys always choose me? what did I ever do to you people? why? why me? Asking myself these questions I stood up from the bed and fumbled around my moonlit room towards the reading table. The silver blade glinted with the moonlight when I picked it up, it seemed to call out my name as I brought it towards my skin. The only way to cancel pain is by using greater pain to cover it up, inhaling deeply I began my usual night routine...
The soulful singing of my alarm clock jolted me from my slumber, I'd fallen asleep on the floor. Standing up I stared at my arms dried bits of blood plastered against tiny deep cuts stared back at me. Shaking my head I trudged towards my bathroom slowly while thinking of how pathetic I am, I'd had countless dreams and imaginations of one day standing up to the bullies who harassed me but a dream must sometimes always remain a dream after all being delusional would only make you get tagged as a mental patient. I carried out my usual routine of brushing, treating my cuts to prevent scars and you probably know the rest. I had to move faster as I wasn't in the mood to deal with my dad and his excess shower of love and support. I turned to look myself in the full length mirror that stood beside my bed, there really wasn't anything remarkable about me I was your average brown skinned girl with the usual aggressive hair struggle with that thought in my head I went on to pick up my phone. I'd finally arrived at the most difficult task today. Opening the school group. As much as most people would say to avoid things which could trigger your depression I couldn't avoid my school group for two reasons, the first being that I'd get bullied even more and the second being that most assignments and materials are usually posted on the group also it's not as easy to leave as I have the tendency to want to know what others think of me. Opening the school group I saw something entirely different from what I was expecting... they were all pointing out the the fact that the video was edited. What was going on? this wasn't the reaction yesterday, scrolling to the top of the group chat I got my answer.
No_ah: Wtf it's so obvious this thing is edited, who posted such crap?
Mad_goat: No one knows just some random dude going by known_un.
No_ah: report that account. trying to tarnish someone's image isn't right.
ur_str: You're right @No_ah the face seems to glitch or remain in one place even when the girl moves most of the time...
Someone stood up for me and not just anyone, it was Noah wallace? He's usually inactive on the school group and only ever gave no reply whenever he was tagged on the group, furthermore he sent two lines of text on the group for the first time to defend me? Perhaps Noah doesn't like seeing people getting bullied, Perhaps he's different?...