"What a whore!" They commented: slowly, but audible enough for me to hear.
I shrug and walk away, crouching my shoulders.
That's when I crash into her.
"Ew, dirt! Are you blind or what?" Lavender spit.
Each and every word they said traumatized me everyday. These words are the reason I cry myself to sleep at 3 a.m.
"Sorry."
"Bitch."
Suddenly, from afar, he comes running towards me ,again filling up my heart with hope. I glare into his eyes. It feels as if butterflies are flying around whenever he is near. The time pauses, and its only him and me.
He is like the spark to my fire.
He is my knight in a shining armour.
He is the nectar to all my butterflies of love and hope.
But alas! I ain't his Cinderella.
And he ain't my Prince Charming.
"Would you stop irritating my girlfriend?" Zachary pushes me away, and hugs Lavender.
"Sorry."
"Come on, Lav."
I turn around, dejected, when I hear him say that four letter word, again.
"Slut."
Even though it hurt when they called me a whore, him calling me slut was like a dagger piercing right through my heart.
But add that word to the bunch of insults I hear everyday.
All because of him.
A stupid move by him ruined my life.
And he doesn't even regret it.
He doesn't care ,he never did. He doesn't give a damn about me.
I am Valerie Lawaski, and I'm a slut.