Her FaceBook Friend

“You can’t see people’s struggle, Be kind to every mind. So that when they rewind they only find moments of happiness behind them. Don’t ever be blind to someone’s tortures. Maybe it will also be better for our mankind.” [Author]

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[Jacqueline’s POV]

I wait with a watchful eye staring at my phone. For some reason, It doesn’t ping. Looks like he had other issues to attend to. Of course, he had, it’s not like I am paying him to talk to me.

After pacing back and forth across the room. I give up and focus on my diary. I needed to add colors to it. I needed to depict his beautiful smile. I needed to make sure his hair was blowing in the wind. Maybe I can add a little sing-song poem for him too since he is so much into music. Maybe he will love it. Or maybe not. I guess I will find out when I send him the picture.

I try to remember where I had placed my colors last time but can not remember. Maybe I left it on the balcony or maybe I left them on the table. Wherever I left them, going to find their sounds like too much work and I don’t have the energy to do that.

My phone lights up, it seems I have a new notification, another message. My palms immediately find their way to unlock it. I read the first few sentences and flipped the phone over. Petrified. How can Rohan text me at this time? That f***ing pig!

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From tomorrow. You are going to wish you never challenged

the coarse tips of my hair and open my diary

possibly bury me six feet under the ground. Hah. Perhaps I am getting fierce day by day. Even though I know I am no heroic girl, maybe I am a wrecked ruin. But I will not bend backward just because of fear. I will learn to deal with a**holes like him. Perhaps I need to learn. Perhaps God wants me to learn to deal with a**holes like him. I would at least scratch him if he made me bleed. I would be satisfied with

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to be extra nice to me. Mom and Dad fighting in their room. Thankfully it was just a verbal

something like that. But when I remembered the shoe scene, I was unsure of my own belief. Of course, he could. He had insulted me in front of 100 people yesterday. Why did I even think he wouldn’t? Probably because of his bipolar behavior.

and face him, but it doesn’t mean I will not run away

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paint. My hair, God! I was the kind of girl who believed if I started my day by shampooing my hair, there would be no way it would go bad. But now at this time, I realized, how stupid I was to believe in such superst**ions. As I looked down I noticed my

Forbid, you got your

turn around and I found myself glaring

into a teasing one as he

like a

there numb as the kids laughed at me, some even snapped the pictures on their phones. Then they told me that I looked better this way and walked