I sat on my bed, staring at the screen on my phone. I was tempted to check my Facebook, but I knew if I did I would certainly find hate directed towards me. I picked up my phone anyway, turned it on and went on the Facebook app. I had seven new messages and twenty-eight notifications. I checked my notifications, I clicked on the first one. As I read it I slowly pulled my shades away from my face and wiped the tears from my eyes. Rose posted on her wall,

"OMG I cant believe that lying ass-licker slept with Jade :'( I WILL KICK HIS ASS FOR VIOLATING HER!"

It had fifty-eight likes, eleven comments. I read the comment John, my dearest friend posted,

"ugh, i hate how you think you know someone then they do such a horrible thing. :(( i dont even kno why hes even trying to speak to us anymore ugh"

By the time I had finished reading his comment, I was sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. I wonder why, why this was happening to me, why my friends were turning on me. I swear I could physically feel my heart writhing in agony, but I knew it wasn't. I picked my cellphone up, anger and pain were the emotions going through my brain right then. I clutched my phone in my hand, and I slammed it against the light purple wall in my room, leaving a mark in the drywall. Tears were streaming down my face, and falling onto my lap. I traced my fingers along my wrist, I wanted to get my blade. But Bro is home, i have to wait for him to leave