Jessica Walker A typical timid and introverted lady who gets into college with the intention of studying hard and graduating from the college with a first class certificate to make her father proud. Crossing path with a random jerk on Watt pad who goes by the name @Invincible Scar was what she never bargained for and getting in trouble with Jayden Smith a typical playboy is the worst that she could ever think of. Her life is about to get dramatic when she starts falling for this unknown user behind her screen and Jayden Smith at the same time. Between this two ! Who will she choose ? Who will heal her heart ? Oooo ya grab your popcorn and orange juice Let's get down the lane Cause it's going to be Intrescious
Chapter 1 Invincible Scar
A person's birthday should be the best day of their life, right? It should be the day the happiest and joyous day of their life, but the same can't be said for me.
Today is the worst day of my existence. It's a day I wish will be blotted from existence. It's the day everything changed in my life.
Had I not been given birth on that day, I highly doubt I would have met this dark, bleak world. It wouldn't have being so for me.
Today makes it my eighteenth year being in this world. Eighteen years of constant loneliness and sadness.
Year spent alone and in pain. Years spent daily dying alone Inside with no one being aware of the pains I am passing through.
Posting one of the sad poems I wrote, I chose a good meme to go with it. This is my ritual every year; post memes and poems I wrote myself, and I'll call it a day.
Through with my sad day * that's what I coined my birthday as* ritual, I decide to check on my messages.
Birthday messages that's either from the bank or from my readers.
Aside from them, no one else bothers about my day. No one cares for the sad introverted girl who always have her head stuck in a mystical world.
The moment I logged into my Wattpad account, I saw more than one thousand messages from my readers.
Just like I expected. My readers never fail to send birthday wishes to me, despite my constant pleading for them to stop sending the messages.
Reading through the messages made me smile a bit despite my sadness.
Thatgirlyboy: Happy birthday, my favourite author in the entire world! Break bottles, stuff your face with cakes and ice cream.
Lilaisaboy: I got your sad vibes, but wishing you'll one day gift us with a picture of yours. We're dying to see who our author is.
Reality_ sucks: Hi author *waves* Send your address, let's go out!
Miss_ Coco: I only wish you can tell me your location
Thatbeautifulbae: The day you were born, a day the stars sparkled the brightest. A day smiles graced the face of your loved ones. A day worth celebrating with the loves of your life.
Have a blissful day, we love you so much. Best author.
Reading through this particular message brings tears to my eyes. If only her words are true. Eighteen years ago, to my family is the worst day of their life.
A life was given, and another taken. It was more like a trade by barter thing. The only difference being how unwanted the trade is.
Had I lost my life then, things would have being Better. I wouldn't have had any reason being here. I would have long gone back to my creator.
Wiping the tears from my face, I decide to go offline, but a particular message caught my eyes.
Not only was the message sent privately, but it has so much hate in them.
Invincible_ Scar: You know who disgust me most in this entire world?
People like you.
Attention seekers like you aren't supposed to exist, not at all.
You hide behind your comforter life, and post things unrelated to you. Just get a life, and stop deceiving people.
Fantastical world and reality aren't the same. You shouldn't mistake one for the other.
Stop insulting people who've gone through so much in your life with your pathetic excuse of a life.
PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE THE WORST CUMS ON EARTH. YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO EXIST.
Reading through the message made me angrier than I've ever being.
How dare whoever this maybe make fun of my life? How can you talk of something you know absolutely nothing of?
Unsolvable_ Mysteries: I've read your opinions, but I'll like you to keep them to yourself.
If you're unaware of things, don't say anything about that.
If my post or novels disgust you that much, why are you reading them? Why bother to comment?
You were not forced to comment, neither did I hold you at gun point to do so. Pack your useless words into an oversize bag, and carry it out. No one cares. Your opinions matter to no one.
Hitting on the send button, I watch it get delivered to the stupid sender.
Currently, I won't mind locating him wherever he might be just to give him a piece of my mind. People like him shouldn't exist in other people's life.
How can you call yourself a self-opinionated person, and yet doesn't mind your own business?
If you think your opinions matter, you can take it and shove it down your throat.
My phone dinged with a notification. Checking the sender, I discover it's from the same person who sent that stupid message.
Invincible_ Scar: Like you wrote, I wasn't forced to comment, I did so all from my free will, and out of concern for others.
You shouldn't deceive others with things that are not realistic. Should you want some attention, you can have it from your family members. Why seek it out from your poor unsuspecting fans?
I really don't know what you aim to get from all these. You have enough readers commenting every day, you shouldn't stoop so low as to pretend to have a life that's not yours?
You're the lowest of the low. Always seeking for attention whenever they didn't have they way.
The moment I read through the message, I felt like banging my head on the table.
How can someone expertly turn a sad day for me to one of anger?
Just the mere thoughts of that made me want to bash my head on anything.
Who invited him into my private message box? Did I unknowingly send out an invitation card for people who care to sneak into my private box?
Mysterious_ Tribrid: Hold your words to yourself. If you have nothing else to do, just look for something to keep you occupied.