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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Annie From tomorrow. You are going to

fidget with the coarse tips of my hair and open

not 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

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whole day went like a blur, with Nikki trying to be extra nice to me. Mom and Dad fighting in their room. Thankfully it was just

happen if I entered through this gate today. It seemed ridiculous, Rohan won’t try something like that. But when I remembered the shoe scene, I was unsure of my own

want to stay to find out what that danger is. I know I told myself I will be brave and

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red color came crashing down at me. I shrieked. I didn’t want to, but I wasn’t able to control myself. It fell with a loud noise and force. I was staggered down by my head. My hair dripped with 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 whole kurta was dyed in red color. The rotten smell made me grimace. I now painted strands floating

you got

around and I found myself glaring at

into a teasing one as he removed

a perfect Girlfriend

to give him any attention. Noticing everyone gawking at me. They couldn’t believe the person who saved me, who was claiming I am his girlfriend, would do that to me. I stood there numb as the kids laughed at me, some even snapped the pictures on their phones.