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Stuck Between Two Walls
Prologue
I have never felt like this before. Why? Why am I feeling this way?
I thought it over and my mind just can't decipher it. It feels like my mind isn't even working. My heart is just thumping loudly against my chest as I stared in front of my computer. Closing my eyes, I fight back the tears. My lips quivered in response.
No crying! Crying for such thing is inexcusable! Not to mention it's pretty pathetic to do so!
But in an act of betrayal, tears came rushing down my cheek and before I knew it, I was crying.
Stupidity.
False hopes.
What were you even thinking, Leslie?! Why are you crying for that guy?! He had done nothing to even make an effort to show you how he feels and yet you're crying because he is talking to some girl?
He's flirting with her. Get over him!
You have no chance whatsoever! You're just one of his friends. Never going to be more than that. He's just going to look at you like a little kid. After all, he's four years older than you. To him, you're just an annoying little girl who has nothing interesting to do with her life.
Yeah.
To him, you're just a kid. A kid whom he would talk to when he's bored. Someone who would entertain him. Not someone he wants to be more than friends with.
He's not interested in you. Stop being such a crybaby.
Forcing myself to stop crying is probably one of the hardest tasks in my life. Especially at the moment. I just can't bring myself to quit the drama.
My eyes still staring at the screen and my heart painfully felt being ripped apart as I watched them have a conversation via the internet. It feels really bad when you know he had quit talking to you, just so he can talk to her. He had abandoned you for her.
And compared to her, you're nothing. She's pretty with wavy brown hair and beautiful emerald eyes. Her skin is flawless and smooth and she looked angelic in her smile. And she's eighteen.
And what are you, Leslie? You have black hair. Dark black eyes. You don't have flawless skin, mostly yours is dry. Your smile is ordinary. You're not worth looking at. You're not even pretty. And besides, you're just sixteen.
How can I compete with the girl of every boy's dream? How can I compete with that shining star for him?
Sobbing more tears, I slammed my laptop closed and buried my face in the desk.
Please. Take this pain away.
I thought it over and my mind just can't decipher it. It feels like my mind isn't even working. My heart is just thumping loudly against my chest as I stared in front of my computer. Closing my eyes, I fight back the tears. My lips quivered in response.
No crying! Crying for such thing is inexcusable! Not to mention it's pretty pathetic to do so!
But in an act of betrayal, tears came rushing down my cheek and before I knew it, I was crying.
Stupidity.
False hopes.
What were you even thinking, Leslie?! Why are you crying for that guy?! He had done nothing to even make an effort to show you how he feels and yet you're crying because he is talking to some girl?
He's flirting with her. Get over him!
You have no chance whatsoever! You're just one of his friends. Never going to be more than that. He's just going to look at you like a little kid. After all, he's four years older than you. To him, you're just an annoying little girl who has nothing interesting to do with her life.
Yeah.
To him, you're just a kid. A kid whom he would talk to when he's bored. Someone who would entertain him. Not someone he wants to be more than friends with.
He's not interested in you. Stop being such a crybaby.
Forcing myself to stop crying is probably one of the hardest tasks in my life. Especially at the moment. I just can't bring myself to quit the drama.
My eyes still staring at the screen and my heart painfully felt being ripped apart as I watched them have a conversation via the internet. It feels really bad when you know he had quit talking to you, just so he can talk to her. He had abandoned you for her.
And compared to her, you're nothing. She's pretty with wavy brown hair and beautiful emerald eyes. Her skin is flawless and smooth and she looked angelic in her smile. And she's eighteen.
And what are you, Leslie? You have black hair. Dark black eyes. You don't have flawless skin, mostly yours is dry. Your smile is ordinary. You're not worth looking at. You're not even pretty. And besides, you're just sixteen.
How can I compete with the girl of every boy's dream? How can I compete with that shining star for him?
Sobbing more tears, I slammed my laptop closed and buried my face in the desk.
Please. Take this pain away.
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Yeah. The prologue. Actually, I've posted this story on my account on Wattpad and FictionPress. So, why not give Mibba a chance, right? So, here you go.