Perfect | Calum
Calum (Age 15)
You are brave
And even if they say
That you'll never go far
'cause you're "dumb", "skinny" or "scarred"
You had scars. Scars that couldn't just be covered they were on your face. A car crash had caused them but they couldn't just hide. and the mirror was your worst enemy. Every day you would try and avoid that thing you called a "body' but you would always catch a slight glimpse of it causing any chance of you haveing a good day to be ruined. But this constant fear of seeing your reflection was pointless because whenever you arrived at school the bullies would tell you "Ew what are those thing, you're never gonna get a boyfriend" which in your mind all you could here was "Yeah I know"
Each day your already minuscule self-esteem would drop lower and lower. Your family were noticing how you stopped caring about your appearance and your hatred for talking selfies. You knew that you had to change so that the bullying would stop. You grabbed makeup thinking that if you hid the scars on your face they would see you as a normal person, not some Frankenstein monster that they saw. Foundations and powders had covered the marks that had scarred your face.
When you went to school that day, the teasing didn't stop. It was worse. "She looks so weird,"You'd think she'd look better but no," they teased. As the day progressed you gradually became more upset. Fed up of trying. When the school bell rang you sprinted home. A place where no one would judge and you could lock yourself in a room.
Calum's P.O.V
I was sat with Luke Michael and Ashton playing FIFA when we heard the door slam. All of us turned to be met with the sight of my sister. Trails of tears covered ran down her face. "Honey, what's wrong?" I asked as I ran to her. "I don't want to talk about its cal just leave me alone," she replied. "Please, honey I'm sure we can help you with it," I said and the boys nodded and mumbled "Of course," She just shook her head "You wouldn't understand' she said. "Please we can at least listen," said the voice of Michael behind me. She nodded at sat on the seat opposite the sofa in which the boys and I were sat on. "You can explain honey and we'll listen,"
"So, I have scars on my face as you guys can probably see. I hate them so much they look os ugly. And there're people at who agree and they decide to tell me every day. I've tried everything to cover them. Makeup, my hair. It just doesn't work. Today they were worse they usually are andI hate it so much," she said.
Tears welled in my eyes at the way she viewed herself but I knew she didn't have to feel this way. "Baby, I'm so sorry about those idiots at school they don't realise the pain you went through and are still going through from the crash. But please baby, don't see yourself as ugly just because of the scars. They are a part of you and they are beautiful," I said as I walked over and wrapped my arms around her.
"You shouldn't try to change just because of others opinion," said Luke from behind me. "Yeah, screw them I think they look beautiful," commented Ashton.
I heard Y/N chuckle "I guess you guys are right to screw them," she said. I laughed. There was the happy sister I knew.
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