Cataleya
After examining my imperfections I got dressed and went to my new bed. It is twice the size of my old one, just makes it more lonely. I reached for a book and started to read.
"Cata-," Rich Man walks in cutting off. "What happened?"
I look up at him, my glasses sliding down my nose. "What do you mean?"
"You look... different."
"Different how?"
"Nevermind, goodnight Cataleya."
"Goodnight Rich Man," the rest of the night was silent. Too silent. Just as I was starting to fall asleep I heard screams. It sounded like people were arguing. Eventually the screams stopped and I fell asleep, the conversation with Rich Man playing over in my head.
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Imperfect
FanfictionA story loosely following the Crybaby album by Melanie Martinez with a few nods towards K-12. Written by me, other than right s to Melanie Martinez, all are reserved TWs: Self harm Murder Knives ED nods to SA
