Ugly

PLEASE NOTE: All events have been exaggerated and fictionalized. Any likeness to reality is inspired from it or just purely coincidental.

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Ugly

Dressed in skinny jeans with black high heels and a baby doll shirt, she stared off into the audience and walked slowly to the center of the stage. Bright lights flashed in her eyes, but she didn't mind. She was going to live her dream of being a singer. She knew her boyfriend cheered her on backstage. Her right hand latched onto the microphone ever so gently as she graced the people before her with a smile. She rarely smiles. The music started and she sings her heart out. A sketchy looking man in the corner started shouting. BOO! WHAT IS THIS? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THIS IS THE BEST THEY COULD DO? GET OFF STAGE NOW YOU PIECE OF SHIT! Those were the only words she heard. She was singing, but no one was listening. She stopped and walked away holding back tears.

She stared at the dressing room mirror. This isn't the first time I was booed. I'm not pretty. I'm not beautiful, she thought. All the other singers dropped by around her, complimenting on her Mariah Carey-like voice. Her boyfriend came over to comfort her. "It's ok. There will be more chances for you to sing. Just remember you're lovely to me. Always and forever," he said with a bright, loving smile as he moved her soft curled hair away from her rosy red cheeks. He went away to pack up her things. She punched the mirror. Blood dripped down her arm. She crumbled to the floor. Why am I ugly? Her boyfriend rushed back. "Don't look at me. I want to hide," her voice shook.

"Don't be like this. You look pretty. You could be Taylor Swift's twin sister. You're a great person, inside and out." He hugged her tightly, hoping she remembers how warm and comforting they are.

"You can never understand my problems. Why can't I be perfect? Why is my good never good enough," she struggled with her words. He ignored her self-degrading words and helped her up. She noticed that many of the other female singers haven't left yet. They all smiled at her boyfriend and praising him for having an amazing singer girlfriend. They were all prettier than her. I think I'm ugly. And nobody wants to love me. Just like her I want to be pretty. Don't lie to my face telling me I'm pretty, she repeated in her head.

They sat quietly in the car as he drove them home. "It looks like it might rain today." She didn't respond. "You ok?" he glanced over to her, placing his hand over hers. This world is full of lies. Nobody wants to love me. I just want to be pretty.  When will he realize that? He's a liar too. "Stop the car," she finally blurted out. "I want to get off."

"Why? We're almost halfway home." He stopped the car.
"Let's break up."
"What?" his voice cracked, trying to figure out what she said.
"I'm not perfect for you. You don't need a girlfriend like me. There are plenty of prettier girls out there. I'm ugly." She opened the door and stepped out. He snatched her arm. She broke free from his grasp and walked away.
"Hey! Where are you going? What do you mean break up? You're the one for me! You know that! Come back!" he shouted. He drove slowly behind her, speeding up whenever she did.  

Out of nowhere, rain poured. "Hey! Get in the car! You're going to get sick!" he rushed to her with an umbrella. She pushed it aside and continued walking. He followed her, placing the umbrella over her whenever possible. I'm all alone. I'm always alone. Warmth isn't real. Love isn't real. I have no one on my side. She finally reached home. He held the umbrella over her at the front door. "Go away. I think I'm ugly. No one wants to love me. I just want to be pretty. Don't lie to my face because I know I'm ugly." She opened the house door, stepped inside and slammed the door immediately. She burst into tears, listening to her boyfriend's bangs on the door.