::snip, snip:: the scissor moves slowly across the paper, as she cuts out the eyes, nose, and lips out of the face in the magazine. “Too perfect” she whispers. Her magazines are all cut out, so you can’t see the faces of any of the models. “If I can’t be like that, niether can they!” ::snip, snip, snip:: the scissors move faster, cutting out the perfectly shaped eyebrows. “Anastasia!” her mother yells. “I’m coming down soon mother…” she sighs. “You have to go to school!” as the mother yells once more. Anastasia gets up off the floor, slips into her velvet dress. She walks over to the table where all her make-up is, sits down at the chair, looks into the mirror and thinks what’s the point, they all know, and they’ll just think of something else to say if they see me trying to coverup in make-up again.
*In school
“Just walk with your face down, let your hair fall in your face, it covers all the bruises, the scars.” Anastasia mumbles to herself.
*Flash Back
“Do you think I’m pretty?” “You are beautiful.” ::BANG:: The sound of a bullet shooting out of a gun. “AVERICK!” ::sobs::
*Back in present
“That’s when I started beating myself, scapling out skin from my face, I didn’t want any one else to say I was beautiful. Those were the last words he said to me, and they were precious, but now, I went too far. I lost all the positive thoughts I had about myself. Why did he have to die? I should have done something, but what could I do?” Anastasia just starts telling the whole story to herself. A girl comes up and says, “What a freak… why are you talking to yourself? It’s obvious you aren’t talking to anyone else, because all you can hear is mumbling.” Anastasia just looks down and walks away. She leaves the school before it’s even over. She walks to the abandoned parking lot where her and Averick last saw eachother. They went there all the time. No one ever went there, there was no reason to. There were no sites around for people to need a place to park. However, it was quiet and peaceful, and they were never bothered. Then how did Averick get shot if no one was around to pull the trigger. This mystery was never solved. Not many people even cared that he died, he didn’t socialize, and Anastasia was his only friend. There was no reason not to like him, he was intelligent and handsome. He was caring and thoughtful, open-minded, and he was no where near racist. He’s someone that could have been a role model if he had lived, if he made more friends. Anastasia couldn’t blame him for not wanting to make friends with the people in school, most of them were close-minded, and materialized. A tear rolled down Anastasia’s face as she thought of all the amazing times they shared and the time they first met. “Well, well, well, after three years you’ve finally returned.” said a voice. “What?! Who are you? How do you know how long it’s been since I last came her?!” “You look much different now, more then I expected. You used to be gorgeous. I secretly loved you, I was jealous of Averick, you two liked eachother, and I would never be able to match up with him. If I couldn’t have you, no one would! Averick wasn’t the one who was supposed to die, you were. I studied the side you always stood on, so I finally brought a gun one day. However you were on the otherside that day. I was so eager to shoot, that the bullet hit him instead of you. After all these years, I’ve been waiting for you to return. I slept in a tent, the only time I left was to go get food from my house. I had someone deliver the products there. Luckily, my house is only five minutes away by bike. I’ve been waiting for you, only you.” The voice finished the story of what happened. “Averick wasn’t supposed to die.” She was too shocked to cry, her face was expressionless. ::BANG::