I wrote this story for my English class. I got a C- on it! My teacher said it was too "depressing" I don't see how it is depressing!! >:\ People (including me) think they are ugly all the time. What do you call it? Low self-esteem issues? Whatever. Tell me me if I deserve this C- on the story. I hope you enjoy. I know it's crap but still enjoy.
I hate myself.
Everything. I'm just another ugly person walking this earth. People tell me all the time that I'm pretty.I don't believe them. I may look like I'm happy on the outside. But on the inside, I'm mad. At what you may ask? My life. I'm mad at what it turned out to be. I always pictured my life picture-perfect. But no one is perfect. Every family is dysfunctional in their own way.
"Frank?" I whispered in the darkness of our room.
"Do you think I'm..." I stopped. I already knew his answer, and I wouldn't believe him.
"Do I think your what?" he asked.
"Nothing. Nevermind," I looked back in the mirror. I felt him grab my hand. I looked down to see our joined hands. His hand is covered in tattoos. They always fascinate me for some reason.
"Tell me what you were gonna say," he said softly.
"It's not important. I already know your answer anyway," I whispered. "And I know I won't believe you." I let go of his hand and walked in the living room. Frank followed me.
"Why wouldn't you believe me?" he asked.
I turned to look at him. "Because I already know the truth."
"The truth to what? Just tell me,"
"I told you it's not important." I said.
"Everything you say is important to me,"
"Okay fine. I was gonna ask if you think I was pretty,"
"No your not pretty," he said. "Your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."
"I don't believe you." I said looking down at my feet.
I couldn't tell him I thought I was ugly. I don't know why I just couldn't. I have told some people, and they got mad at me and never talked to again. I don't want Frank mad at me. I always want him to talk to me. I looked back to him. He was looking at me with concerned eyes. I sat on the floor and buried my face in my hands.
"Because I'm ugly," I said so softly that I thought he wouldn't be able to hear me. I heard Frank crouch in front of me. He took my hands away from my face and looked me in the eyes.
"The world is ugly, but your beautiful to me."