Do you ever have one of those days where you feel like a complete waste of space? Yeah today was one of those days. I had gone to sleep the day before while snacking greedily on m&ms. I stared at myself in the mirror and I groaned, stomach churning. The m&ms seemed to getting bigger and bigger, making me look bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter. I gripped the edge of my table, trying to breath as the insults whirled around my head:

Fat

Ugly

Look at her, she's in my way. Again.

I did the first thing I thought would make me smaller. I stopped breathing. If i didn't breathe, then my lungs wouldn't expand and I would get bigger. I'd just be smaller and smaller and utterly useless.  held my breath looking at my expanding body, nearly taking up all of the surface of the full length mirror. My room seemed to be getting smaller. Can't breathe. I wouldn't fit the size of my room soon. Can't breathe.  Every one is looking at me in disgust. Can't breathe. 

"Hey Em, it's us." Two very familiar voices.

Don't breathe.

"Em"

Don't breathe.

"Princess, what's happening?"

Don't answer, he'll only be disgusted. He'll laugh. He'll smirk.  I don't want to grace him with my ugly looks. Why was I so ugly?

Fatso Em, Fatso Em. The voices chanted in my head as I struggled to stand. Can't breathe. Damn Josh, Why couldn't I just black out already? He had taught to hold my breath for as long as possible but I was weak. I was losing strength. I was too fat for my own body to carry. I couldn't hold on any longer.

The door opened just as black spots danced in my eyes.  A tear escaped from my eyes.

I had just done everybody a favour...

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"Emma?" I groaned, it was the alarm clock. I decided that it needed my utmost strength so I drew back my arm and slapped it. My hand stung at the force. It seemed my alarm clock had gotten harder while I had been out. Oh well, better try again, I once again put all my force into trying to turn of the ringtone. Since when had I changed my alarm clock tone to swearing?  I shrugged and snuggled into my teddy. When had that gotten there? Who cared? I asked myself as I welcomed sleep with open arms...

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"Will she be okay?"

"She'll be fine. The bullying  just used to be really bad. She found it hard to look at herself and think she was worth it. " Josh. He was here! He'd save me!

"Bullying?"

"Not my story to tell. She'll tell you if she trusts you. Treat her right man, she doesn't deserve any more insults."

"Don't worry. She'll be fine with me." Jason? Protecting me? Judging by his looks, I'd be the one saving him from all the ladies.

"Okay, stay here, I need to pop into the shops for some groceries." I frowned, he was going, "Josh don't go." I mumbled as I searched for my teddy. I pouted in my half concious state. I missed my teddy.

Where have you gone...

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Hi guys,

This chapter was just to show you guys how broken she is and how much bullying can affect people. This was mostly just a filler but you'll get a feisty side of Em in the next chapter"

All the best,

Saudi Araybia