The Eye Of Bethany

Bethany was raised in a supposedly happy family. Supposedly because her parents were rich enough to get her different types of luxurious cars on her birthday, Christmas' Eve, Christmas, Thanskgiving and any other special occasions you can think of. She was supposed to be happy with her life as a teenage girl living in a big mansion with the view of the great blue sea from her room and going to a school where everybody's priority was the same; being the most perfect in terms of everything except academics. They were never important if you had the money. Bethany was different than most of her useless schoolmates that never looked way beyond their parents' wealth and that is why she was an outcast. Living through the years, receiving everything she had never asked for, she felt as empty as an old narrow road that nobody took anymore. Her emptiness was always filled with much more nothingness as she woke up each day. Friends? You could only buy them with money. That is the reason why she was friendless... Because she knew she could only get a bunch of people who would agree and support even if she was to cause a riot at school with her money in their pockets.

She had a pair of black round eyes that were as black as the hole in her heart. Her hair was cut to the length of her shoulder and her fringe covered the whole area of her wide forehead. She was the only person in school who was strangely bullied despite of her parents' wealth. Her lack of interest in keeping herself physically interesting was one of the factors why most of the people at school chose her as a medium for them to finally escape from pretending to like, support, agree with somebody and their childish decisions just because they were rich enough to pay others' temporary interest. Bethany was always being laughed at for not being pretty enough in their eyes. She was not skinny, not big sized either. Her body was perfectly normal but she was always insulted for being 'normal'. Some people called her fat only because her body was normal. Some called her weird because her eyes were round and puffy. Some also called her a fish for having a huge forehead that she covered with her fringe that always went out of place. She had insecurities that she could simply solve with her parents' money but really, she knew it would not change a thing because that would only make her the same as those who bullied her.

She did not want to be like them, she did not want to be her either. It was all because of money that most of them acted the way they were acting as though they were all mighty.

One day, she got home after long, agonizing day at school. She closed the main door and looked around her big mansion. The walls were white, the huge golden chandelier hanging in between two different white marbled staircases that led to the second floor of her mansion complimented the dullness in the colors of those whites, the expensive Italian made wooden windows in an open room next to the staircases offered the sight of the great blue sea and the tables were all custom made and shipped from different countries. "All these things... They don't matter," she told herself. All those things but there was no sight of her parents to worry about her condition. They were never around anyway.