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SLUT.

WHORE.

GO DIE.

WEAK.

UGLY.

Mira stared at the different, colourful words written on the front door and on the windows of her house with red paint. It was cruel, stupid and hurtful.

But it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be.

They were the same words she would hear being whispered to her in the library or as she walked past.

It was nothing new.

She did let out a chuckle as she thought about how people had found the time to do things like that, especially without her noticing.

Her mum stood next to her, hands covering her mouth as her eyes widened in shock.

"O-oh my god, Mira," she whispered, voice soft with pain for her naive, sixteen-year-old daughter. "You didn't tell me this was happening."

As her mum began to cry on her behalf, Mira tuned her voice out. She knew her mum meant well, but the last thing she wanted was sympathy or pity.

Mira's eyes were glued on the words that seemed to stake her through her heart.

The words that Colton had told her ages ago rang through her head. Even though to others it would be nothing, the thought of him and his words gave her strength.

It was the only reason she was still able to smile despite the hard times.

They wanted to bring her down but she was adamant on not being brought down.

Mira did wonder if it was possible for someone like her to be so strong. Would there be a side effect?

She was fragile.

She had always been fragile.

The real world wasn't suited for people like her but she was somehow surviving.

And she liked that. 

"You'll be okay, sweetheart. You're strong."

Her mum was wrong. She wasn't strong. She was weak.

Weak.

They were right about that one; she was getting weaker, too.

Mira wanted to remain strong, though. She wasn't about to give up. Not like that. Not so easily.

Her mum tried to console her further, wiping and rubbing away her tears that she didn't even know were running down her cheeks.

She was crying a lot nowadays because of what Mick and Willow had started, but now she knew one thing.

She had to be the one to end it. Be that running away or facing them; she had to leave the toxic environment to give herself a better life, and soon.

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