As A Cliché: A Short Story

Katies Diary: The Day They Stood Me Still

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Jax's POV

I packed the last box into the moving truck and walked to my own car, slipping in the back I told my dad to start it up from our last trip to New York, me and my friends exchanged goodbyes yesterday, leaving me sad yet happy I get to go back to Katie.

They said Katie was taken out of school and put in a system for emotionally unstable girls, I didn't think she'd take the cliche thing this far. She needs my help. At least that's all my parents have told me.

Sitting in the back seat I opened Katie's diary and started to read.

KATIES DIARY

It's been a week since I last wrote, a week since I found snow.

Almost as soon as I got home from the warehouse, I gave her a warm bath, which might I add wasn't easy but after her fur was nice and clean. Her stomach has filled out some, to where you can barely see her ribs any more, due to a new diet I have her on of kitten food. Snow has really made my mood improve, I feel a small little shard of my happiness glued back into place.

It was Christmas Eve, and who doesn't love Christmas Eve you ask? That's right me.

It's not that I don't like the holiday in whole, I'm glad Jesus was born and everything like that. I hated what I didn't get on Christmas. Again not present wise, but walking around town all you'll see is decorations, you'll hear carols, everyone seems so nice. It's all too cliche for me anymore.

Christmas is supposed to be a time where family comes together and bonds over not what they don't have, but what they do.

My family was never like that. My parents think if they can buy my happiness it's better than actually knowing I exist.

I used to love Christmas time, but that was only because Jax's family was my family. What my parents lacked in love, they made up for. They made me feel like I mattered. A feeling no one should be deprived of.

I looked up at my bathroom ceiling. I've been in here, laying here in the tub for about four hours now, but have my parents checked on me? No they have not.

Looking down at my wrinkled fingers and toes I decided to get out, seeing as the water was beyond cold now.

Stepping out of the tub I wrapped my bath robe around myself and walked into my room.

"What in the heck are you doing here?" I gasped in surprise at the sight of Lauren sitting on my bed. We stopped talking months ago, she went her way I went mine.

"I came to see if you wanted to go to the movies." She asked, picking up snow from my floor and stroking her fur.

"Why?" Skepticism was clear in my voice when I asked her, making my way towards my dresser.

"I know a girl in need of a friend when I see one." She smiled.

A bit taken back by the kindness I bit back a cold response and gave a small smile of my own.

"Sure, I'd like that."

"Yay!" Lauren jumped up and walked out of my room.

"I'll be waiting downstairs."

Nodding I slipped into mismatched clothes with my black hoodie, green skinny jeans, and orange converse.

Meeting Lauren downstairs I grabbed an apple seeing as I hadn't eaten in like twelve hours and took a bite out of it.