Once apon a time...

Once apon a time, in a place that is all too real there lived a girl. This girl, she was beautiful. But an evil curse was placed apon her shoulders, that turned her hideous and unlovible. The curse gave her deep scars all over her wrists, her makeup always dripped down and stained her cheeks from red puffy eyes, she was fat, and she only had fake friends and every time she fell in love her heart was torn to pieces. Every day she would put on tons of bracelets to hide her wrists, she put on a baggy hoodie to hide her stomach, she pulled her hood down so no one could see her red eyes and smeared makeup, and she didn't like to talk to anyone for fear someone would talk about her. But over and over she fell in love and over and over, her heart was torn to pieces. She wanted to cry out, and somehow reverse the curse but it was useless. Every day she got more and more scars, her eyes got more red, her makeup kept dripping, and no matter how much she starved herself her stomach never got smaller. Then one day she decided she would end the curse herself. Even when that one person she always seemed to cry into told her not to. She didn't think that one person would miss her, even if they said they would. So she ended it. She took her own life so the curse would leave. And so, the curse was spread. That one person that actually loved her got the curse. The curse continues to spread and grow. What? You thought this was a happy story. Well no, I'm sorry. It's reality, the worst nightmare of all.