Beyond The Filter

I don't know how long I've been waiting out here, could be half an hour, could be an hour or a few. It's freezing cold outside and the frost is sticking to my face like glue. But here I was, on my local town bridge at night, waiting for that perfect shot. This wasn't going to be any ordinary shot, usually I put Filters, edits or photoshop them so that they have drama and texture to the picture, but this one will hopefully be incredible. The moon is nearly in position, it's not like I can ask it 'oh can you move a couple thousand miles to the right please?' Or something stupid like that. I had to wait, patiently. It was so close to perfection and the night couldn't be better, not a cloud in the sky. Unluckily for me, it seems like it's club night for the local sluts and jocks in the town, nothing but drinking and sex on their minds. I don't understand how they do it half the time. I mean, it doesn't help that I have no friends, well, real friends. Nobody as close. I do have the odd few people that say hi to me in the morning but that's about it. I'm suddenly snapped out of my thoughts when a girl comes running up to me, viciously dragging a guy behind her. She had the shortest skirt I've ever seen on and half a bottle of a strange liquid that I've seen in my brothers cupboard in her hand. I try to ignore her but Jesus is she distracting.
"CRYSTALLLLL. DONT HIDE FROM MEEEE!" Oh great, it's Jade, high school bully and renounced jackass. This will be interesting.
"Oh h-h-hi-' fuck sake Crystal, stop with the damn stuttering once in a while?!
"Just wanted to remind you that you're fucking pathetic and useless. Annnddd nobody likes you, you fucking emo freak. Pretending to be a creature of the night sneaking out here? What if mummy found out hmm?" I just stared at her, dumbfounded while stuttering to get words out, fuck fuck fuck what do I do?! As soon as I compose myself, she nods to one of her male minions and he grabs my camera set, tripod, filters, lenses and even the camera itself and throws it on the floor as I watch them take it in turns to destroy every last piece of it...
They all laugh at me, poking at my face, hair, shoulders and I sit there quivering, praying for them to leave.
Once they're done with their fun, they high five and leave me in my mess. My hopes, dreams ruined at my side. My favourite camera, vintage and trustworthy, ruined. Unrepairable to say the least. As I sit there, thoughts running through my head at a million miles per hour, a familiar voice creeps into my head
"Well now you've got nothing to live for."

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