Author's Note: Hey guys! Welcome to a new chapter of Morbid! This one is from the first victim, Melanie McCarthy's POV, just so you guys know. Enjoy!

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I've never had a happy life. My life was always difficult growing up. People bullied me because I was fat. They called me Big Mac. Big Mac this, Big Mac that. I remember this boy I was in love with in elementary school. His name was Jeremy Castaniel. He had these big blue eyes and I was just crazy about him. I brought him a note once, with a drawing of a cat telling him I loved him. And ... he laughed in my face. He told all of his guy friends, with me right there. It was like I heard the voices from far away, like it was happening in slow motion. He read it to them and just wouldn't stop laughing.

"Holy crap, Jeremy," one of them said. "Big Mac wants to marry you!"

"Not a chance." He then looked at me, still smiling, and tore the note right before my eyes.

I've hated guys ever since. I had no choice. Every guy that's ever come up to me and told me he liked me always ended up being there as part of some practical joke. Like I had no feelings. Like I wasn't a person just because I was big.

It's not my fault I'm big. I've gone to the gym and I've tried, but I just can't lose weight.

So yeah, this kind of thing has been happening my whole life. Again, and again, and again. But nothing has ever been as bad as what happened yesterday.

I met this girl, and she was really nice to me. Her name's Clara Atkinson. She's a tall skinny girl with amber eyes and long brown hair. She and I talked a little. I told her about my cat and my cosplays. I could tell I was boring her sometimes, though. It's rare for me to get to talk to someone, so when it happens I tend to go on and on. But it's not my fault everyone's always been bad to me.

Anyway, Clara says she's going to a student get-together (I study in an Art school btw, I wanna become an animator someday). So I ask her where it is. She gives me the address and tells me I can come along if I want. I tell her no at first, 'cause I really don't like these things. I'm always alone and standing awkwardly there. Generally I just eat as much food as I can and stay in a corner. Nobody ever talks to me. Anyway, Clara insists and says it'll probably be fun and that she doesn't really know anyone there either, so I decide to go.

Big mistake. I get there, and everything looks alright, sort of. Every guy comes up to us to talk to Clara. They pretty much ignore me. Guys' eyes always skim over me. Like I don't exist. They say hi but I'm not really there. To be honest, Clara was dressed to get attention. I know it's not her fault she's got a hefty chest but like, she doesn't have to wear tank tops and flaunt it. But I don't slut shame or anything. It's just that stuff like that is the only reason guys pass me over. The truth is that men are super shallow. They say they want a geeky girl, but what they really want is a perfect bimbo who says she's a geek and shows off her tits while putting her controller in her mouth. And I'll never be like that, so they never bother trying to get to know me.

Anyway it's alright at first I guess. Clara seems to try to get the attention redirected towards me sometimes, but I brush it off. I don't need her pity. I don't even like this guy, Dan or whatever his name was. I'd rather be at home with my cat.

I tell her I'm going to the kitchen to get some food and leave her with Dan. There's cookies, chips, and lots of other good stuff to eat, so I fill up my plate, when suddenly I hear it.

"Oh my fucking gosh, no way!" Clara covers her mouth the second I look back. Dan is holding in his laughter. There's a few other people now looking over his shoulder at the phone, then turning to look at me. I recognize that look in their eyes: mockery.

I have to go. I feel sick. But at the same time, curiosity gets the best of me. I guess that's why my fursona's a cat. It just fits me.

"What's going on?" I ask as I get closer. Clara seems actually horrified.

"N-nothing!" She stutters.

"You're a celebrity," one of the guys tells me before bursting of laughter. I launch immediately and snatch the phone away from Dan's hands before he can react. He's roaring of laughter now and other people have joined him.

And that's when it happened, the worst moment of my life. When I saw the picture you all must have seen by now.

A blurry, shitty picture of me taken in the metro. But it was clearly me. And I was on some website. And there were comments under my picture, and a rating.

I was an 9 on the morbidly obese scale.

"Wha..?" I didn't know what to say. I knew people were shit, but this goes beyond anything I've ever seen.

"Melanie, I –" I ran. I didn't even let that bitch Clara finish. It was probably a setup. She pretended to be my friend to have me publicly humiliated like this. Cunts like her always think they're superior to us big girls just because they're thin. All society does is fatshame us, again and again and again.

Soon as I got outside I cried. And now I'm at my computer at home, and typing this.

PS: I typed this because I wanted to show people what it was like to be me. How cruel humans are. Instead all of you are using it as an excuse to comment and make even more fun of me or go on the website. Well go to Hell, all of you. And to whoever the fuck made that website – fuck you. I hope you burn in Hell for this.

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I stayed in silence for a moment after reading the post again. I have to say, I was a bit torn between my utter dislike for her and the pity I felt. She didn't seem like a good person, but frankly, who could blame her for being bitter and weird after a life like this? Still, it was obvious in my mind that this girl Clara just wanted to be her friend, yet Melanie not only slut-shamed her and judged her just as harshly as others did to her, she tried to publicly humiliate Clara by using her full name. It crossed my mind back when I'd read this that it was no wonder she didn't have any friends. The fatness didn't help, but the personality was most likely a very strong component. Either way though, it was fucked up. Nobody deserved to be humiliated like this.

Turban cop slid another piece of paper in my direction.

"And this is her last Facebook post."

I hadn't read that one.

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My whole life I've had people shit all over me. Whether it was my parents, for liking my sister better. My classmates, for making fun of me and calling me fat. All the strangers on the street and their looks, their comments.

I'm done now. I'll never have to hear any of your bullshit again.

If I end up in Hell, I hope to see each and everyone of you there.

And to my online friends, I'm so sorry. You were the only thing that kept me going all this time. Goodbye.

Sincerely,

Melanie

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...And here it is, the new Morbid update! I had trouble knowing when to cut this one and what to call the chapter, but I think my ultimate decision was the better one in the end. Next chapter has some feels coming up, so get ready. Have any of you guys ever met someone who you should feel sorry for and yet you didn't? Why or why not? Let me know in comments! Also hope you guys enjoyed this new chapter of Morbid! And if you, do don't forget to vote and add it to your reading list! You won't regret it, trust me ;) things are gonna get pretty dark from now on -- and they'll just keep getting darker and darker!