Bullies

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A/N: it is inspired by a poem and I'm using one of my OCs, Cat. So enjoy! ^_^



WARNING: Cutting, blood and depression



"HEY Blind girl! You're going the wrong way!"

Laughter rang in the brunette's ears as her cheeks burned in embarrassment. She bit her lip and walked faster, footsteps drawing closer. Her backpack was making her slower then the group of people chasing her and they slammed her to the lockers hard. She winced as the sharp part of the metal locker slashed her cheek, small bread of red growing on the small wound. Laughter surrounded her.

 'How many times have I told you?!'

The blindfolded girl wanted to scream by they were clamped shut. Tears threatened to appear out of her hidden eyes. Her orange cat hoodie with black etched words that said 'Cute Kitty' and dark jeans clung to her frail, thin body. School went by so slow, but yet to everyone else it was quick. She came home and greeted by her friend the shadows and a silver cat that was hidden. The house was cold and abandoned, just like her. She walked to the bathroom and took off the pale purple blindfold, that hid her eyes every day.

There she was met with a reflection she never wanted to see. A long scar crossed her two chocolate brown eyes. Her eyes were dark, darker than dark chocolate. She looked and saw her little cat, it's silver fur glinted in the light. She pulled up her orange hoodie sleeves, scars littered on her arms and one word etched, and it stood out from all the other scars that her "cat" made.


 IMPERFECT


More scars were ripped open, little creeks, streams, and rivers of red flowed down her pale arm, dropping and forming pools in the sink, which soon made rivers that flowed to a black hole. She took in a shaky breath and open the cabinet. The white cabinet was filled with orange bottles with round shaped pills. Voices whispered in her head. Voices told her more things that were wrong with her.


 Freak


Darkness surrounded her gaze and she could hear the bottle hitting the floor and the only thing she could see was an outline of a girl. A girl with soft brown hair and soft, gentle brown eyes.

"They were wrong " Was the only words she heard before falling into darkness.

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