Chapter 2

...He meant it?!? you have got to be kidding me 🙂 who the **** allowed him to say shit about my physical appearance and then compliment my art and why the **** am I getting jealous of my art? Why....Why does it feel like even my art is better than I ever will be?...

"Btw Sarah though you may not be beautiful, your art is nice, so atleast you have something good, now go and cry to sleep, drink enough water though."

......why can't he just shut up?...

"I'm not gonna draw anymore, Mark"

"Then I'll be mad at you🤷🏻‍♂️"

...Does he think I actually care if he's mad at me or not? I don't even know him!?!...

"I don't care about that."

...Damn where's Christine and Trixie? ....I really need to talk to one of them or else I'll end up hurting myself....the urge to cut my wrists is stronger than it's ever been before....I don't want to hurt myself....

Sarah was silently crying. She checked the time and saw it was 1:46 am. She was going through her contacts trying to find her two most trusted people and see if they were online.

...Christine is online....great I can...talk to her maybe....I probably should talk to her otherwise who knows what I'd do....

"Hey Christine...you there?", Sarah sent the first text, her hands shaking, she was scared she wouldn't get a reply.

"Hey Sarah love! what's up?"

"Christine....there's a guy who called me ugly...and said he would rather punch his face than look at something as scary as my face....it's making me really insecure and I feel super suicidal right now I...I don't know what to do anymore"

"Sarah, calm down, who is he...? I'll go talk to him for you, please don't hurt yourself"

"I...sorry I just...I needed someone to talk to...and hugs..."

"Sarah it's ok, it's fine, don't listen to him. He doesn't know you. And he's blind if he thinks you're ugly"

...Wait let me check if my friend replied in the group chat......

"Bye guys, btw sorry Sarah. You ain't that ugly", a message sent from Mark a while after Sarah went.

.......he's weird...oh look I have a new follower!...I'll follow them back :)...

"So that's what cowards do, ask their friends to shit in others' pc", the person Sarah just followed had texted her instantly.

...Who....? Oh wait....it's that guy again....

"I never asked her to do anything. I simply told her the shit I went through, and why I know hate my drawings (the only thing which used to make me happy btw)...and also the reason why I was feeling even more damn effing suicidal than before", Sarah burst up, she was tired of this man saying whatever the hell he wanted.

"What?"

...Seriously? This guy is getting in my nerves now...

"I think I have the right to tell my friends about that", Sarah replied.

"The thing about drawing was a genuine compliment 🤷🏻‍♂️. Not my fault if you mis-construct it. Btw call me on your funeral 🤔. Actually don't, it'll be too far away. Anyways, don't stop doing art.

"...The fact that it was a genuine compliment made me feel like shit even more...and you don't have the right to tell me what to do."

"If you don't stop doing art then I'll apologize."

"....Apologizing won't make me feel less suicidal...but I'd hate to not draw so I probably won't stop."

"Ugh! tell me why you are suicidal."

"I don't know dammit! It just happened a few years ago. Besides, why would I tell you about my pathetic life and the fact that I blame myself for anything and everything that goes wrong?!?"

...Ah shoot, I've said too much. **** why doesn't this app have a delete message option.......

"Calm, baccha, calm. 🍫 so basically 🤔 you are a dumb **** who blames herself for every single fucking thing on her planet."

"...yea"

"you really are a dumb ****", Mark says, handing some chocolate to Sarah.

"I don't take food from strangers",Sarah replies, while pushing Mark away.

"ok.....then I'm your friend"

".....ok"

Mark tries feeding chocolate to Sarah.

"Smile now."

".....first tell me what type of chocolate it is"

"dark chocolate"

"...Ok cool then. Thanks"

"Cheer up now. Dumb ****"

"Don't call me that!"

"Dumb ****"

...Argh Why does he keep calling me a dumb ****? I'm not THAT dumb....

"Ok so how about this....I send you a pic of one of my less ugly drawings....."

"You are a dumb **** 😒 also btw don't use makeup if you suck at it.", Mark said cutting into what Sarah had been saying.

"....and you stop calling me a dumb ****...."

...Damnit I just want him to stop calling me a dumb ****...

"and your art is good, trust yourself 😒. ok shithead."

...Ok so he stopped calling me a dumb **** only to call me a shithead? HOW IS THAT ANY BETTER??...

"Ok, forget it. Also not all of my art is good, the portraits I drew look like shit and I always mess up the faces."

"Idiot. No one is perfect. But the fact is that as long as you are alive you can slowly improve your art. Idiot. So don't you dare think of dying again. Dumbo"

...Huh. Is he trying to make me feel better by telling me not to think of dying....?...

"I know that...but mine is truly very ugly most of the time....I don't even know anatomy. Also are you trying to cheer me up?"

"Dumb ****. If you think of dying, I'll personally come there and spank you. Is that clear?", Mark said while flicking Sarah's forehead.

...S-spank me?!?!? Isn't that....wrong? Also why the **** does that make my heart beat a bit faster.......

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