Bullied (Justin Bieber+Ariana Grande)

Chapter Two

Ariana's Pov
Yep. That's me. (Don't mind the microphone in the top picture) I know. I'm not perfect. I hate myself. Every picture my mom kept of me, I burned. I always harm myself.

I admit I do cut myself. I just cut without thinking. I wish I had a friend who supported me.

I'm going to change my entire personality. I throw on a black laced tank top, a sparkly tanktop over it, then some shorts (pic above).

I drive to school and ignore all the rude comments. I walk inside, to my locker, and put my bag in. Just then, the worst thing that could have happened, happened. Justin came up to me.

"You're ugly, and know guy would ever date you. You look like a pig, and need help. Get a therapist!" Justin said and walked away.

What he had said hurt my feelings. I ignored every name everyone called me. I just wrote songs in my songbook. After school, I just went home. I asked my mom for some money so I could go buy some food. I bought ice cream, pizza, and two lattes from Starbucks. It's good I don't have school tomorrow.

I drove home, ate two slices of pizza, drank a latte, and ate some ice cream while listening to music. My dream was to become a singer, but I can't really sing, I guess.

I love writing songs, so I wrote one for my future husband, if I ever have one. The song I was writing was called 'Love me harder'. I started writing some lyrics down for some of the first verses. I think I did pretty good. Here's what I have down:

Tell me something
I need to know
Then take my breath
And never let it go
If you just let me invade
Your space I'll take this
Pleasure and take it with
The pain

That was as much as I had gotten down because I was tired. I closed my laptop, and played down in bed. Then I thought about what Justin called me.

Everytime I think about what he says about me, it makes me cry and cut. I run into the bathroom, grab a razor, then slide it across my wrist. 'For being ugly' I glide it again. 'For being fat. I do it one last time. 'For being imperfect.'

I couldn't hold back the tears. There was blood dripping down my arm. My arm was full of old cuts. I remember exactly what cut was for what imperfection.

I grabbed a warm, wet, cloth, then I dab my wrist and look for the Band-Aids. I looked everywhere. I guess we ran out. I must have used them all.

I hate how imperfect I am. I'm going to change. Tomorrow. I'm going to become vegan and exercise. It might only change people calling me fat but I don't care. I'm doing it anyway. I lay down in my bed and pull the covers over me.

Hey babes I hope you like this story. I know its confusing and I know it sucks, but I'm trying my best.