September 3rd, 2015
For a long time, I had been the one with people by my side. I had been the one with friends and a reasonable life. But at the funeral, no one came to sit beside me. A tear rolled down my cheek when someone spoke to the crowd, and people close by looked at me with disgust - as if it wasn't normal to cry at a funeral.
Only two weeks before, I had called Melanie things I never, ever, wanted to hear myself say again. Because wasn't that the reason why I was here, at Melanie's funeral?
Even though it was only four days ago when I was taken out off class, it felt like a lifetime had passed. I remember freezing in my chair when I heard Melanie and death in one sentence - the rest of the words didn't even come to me. She had been found at home, choked on pills. By her own mother, damnit! I wouldn't ever want my mom to find me dead in the bathroom.
"You're a piggie, Melanie. It even rhymes with your name!" I had chimed. "A fat, disgusting piggie!" I had pushed her head into the disgusting food that our school serves. Everyone had laughed, I had thought it was funny.
Today at the funeral, her brother - a boy only a grade lower than her - walked up to me. He told me he hated me, that everyone in his family hated me. The only thing I did was nod, before turning around and walking away. I had called Melanie a coward only a couple of days before, but I realized that I myself was a much bigger one.786Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGQEzIHMNw1
Melanie,
I'm sorry for every time I took your clothes at P.E.
I'm sorry for calling you everything I called you.
I'm sorry for slashing your tires time after time.
I'm sorry for stealing your homework, books and essays.
I'm so sorry.
Lil A/N: Probably not exactly what you'd expect for a super villain contest, but this popped up in my head and had to be written (you know how it is, those things force themselves upon you). Hope you enjoyed!786Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9pcuPP0BlR
