Y/N P.O.V.

Deserve better? You think. Fall from a cliff!

You mumble some words that sound more though in your head: 'Back of Barbie dolls, or do you want to end by Barbie doctor Ken?!'

Nailed it!

You are proud of yourself, just that you realise you did not say anything of that out loud.

You look to your right, there stands Mark. He gets the angry face and roars silently. He looks like a wild animal, ready to kill his prey.

His eyes are as brown as the eyes of a lion, his hair as red as blood, his teeth as sharp as a crocodile and his arm as strong as an ant would have.

Jack could be described as: his blue eyes as lovely as the eyes of a cheetah, letting you think it would do nothing but then backstabbing you.

His hair is a camouflage, like grass. You do not think he sees you or spotted you but he already did.

His rather short posture let him come over as harmless as bacteria. First it is really small, then it gets bigger and finally it is gigantic.

His not very muscled befall let you think he is weak and a simply bite just like monkeys but they are so strong they could rip your arm off.

Jack sees your broken self and wraps his arms around you, shutting you out of existents. You lean your head against his shoulder and cry a little.

You hope you can stay so all day, only that would be a risk. What if he does not like you? What if he only feels guilty?

You escape from his warm hug and glance at the both of them before rushing away, crying like hell.

Your eyes are buffed and red; you could be simply mistaken for a really sick person.

You hear Mark screaming your name, you look behind you. The fan-girls eat Mark and Jack like they are a dessert, a cake or ice-cream. They are not human to them.

You disgust those make-up Barbie dolls, but at the end they are the reason Jack and Mark are so popular and you do not want them to fall all the way down they came up.

Tears fall down your face and you cry even harder, your shirt gets wet from salty tears; you do not give a shit.

You run -unknowingly that you were going there- to the park. You always had something with parks. Their are some of them in Ireland.

In the park you make the yearly family photo. In the park you walked your first steps, said your first words and made your first friends.

You get calm if you are in your favourite surrounding.

You run to the middle of the park, people walk past you and stare. They hear you cry, see you cry and know that you are not feeling happy. Yet they do nothing.

No one helps.

You cry even harder because of the fact no one is concerned about you, no one cares about you. You are one lonely being in a world that is too big for existence.

You get your knees to your chest and lean your head on them, wrapping your arms around your legs.

You remember that someone loves you: F/N. The thing is: F/N flew back to Ireland to tell your family what happened and get everything straight.

You hear the laughs and giggles of fan-girls. You hold your hands over your ears so you cannot hear them anymore.
The sound of their laughs and screams resounds in your head.

You think you are going mad. You cry harder than ever, luckily you did not put on mascara tomorrow.

All the best people are crazy. You think to yourself.

You repeat those words over and over again until you start to believe them.
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Sorry that it took me sol long to write something new:(
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Love you cornflakes
And as always
Stay BOSS!!