Me too

Rachael's POV

I dipped my feet into the flowing water, staring at the water sadly. I feel hurt, and I need Jared.

I should have gone to my room to get my phone, instead of marching straight to Jared's and my secret place.

What do I do with the hole in my heart? How do I feel back up if I have no one to vent out to.

I miss Jared. I miss him so much and need him to be beside me. I want him to hug me and whisper reassuring words to me. I don't want him in a tiny box called phone, but next to me.

I curled my legs up to my boobs, placed my head on my knees, sobbing lightly.

I feel mad, I feel hurt, I feel like— I have been thrown away. I was thrown away. Justin rejected me because he has no use of me anymore. He threw me away like some pieces of trash.

Slave, that's all I have been to him these three months of the contest. I have been nothing else but a way to get his throne. He was kind, sweet, all because I had a worth.

Why? Why do people keep on seeing me as worthless? Am I really wor