Unwanted. Broken. Abused

Chapter 52

<Xavier's p.o.v>

I was gasping for air.

Hope was gone.

I was never going to see her beautiful face again.

I was never going to be able to kiss her lovely lips.

I was never going to be able to tell her how much I love her.

I was sobbing openly, and everyone else looked just as bad as I imagined I did.

One of the policewomen came toward me and tried to comfort me.

"Listen, dear--"

"GET OFF ME!" I yelled, and threw myself away from her hands.

She sighed hopelessly, and went off to talk to her companion.

I was left alone to dwell on my thoughts.

About Hope.

I remembered when she laughed, the way her whole face would light up and her nose would crinkle in the middle.

I remembered the feel of her lips on mine.

I remembered our first, and last date.

I remembered her beautiful smile.

I remembered how strong she was.

Hiding a secret like that.

* * *

A load of police officers tried to ask me about it, but I didn't want to answer.

Too many painful memories.

They'd take me to a private room and sit me down.

They'd ask the first question and I'd get up and walk out.

I couldn't cope with it.

They'd call after me, but I wouldn't answer.

I don't care about all the stares I get from everyone at school.

I don't care anymore.

* * *

Her death appeared in the news.

Headlines about how strong and beautiful she was.

I agreed, but I just thought it was completely sick how while a person is living, they are hated, but when they die, they are suddenly 'beautiful' and 'great people'.

It made me want to punch something.

Her funeral was to happen on Saturday.

In school, I heard everyone whispering.

About her.

Things hadn't changed.

But, the things they were saying had.

All because they knew about her life.

Its sad how people will be quick to judge without even considering their life at home.

It came to the point where I wouldn't eat.

What was the point without my beautiful bright star in my life?

She was gone because of him.

Every night, I awake with the image of her dead body, pale and bleeding.

The day after her death, I visited her care home.

Hana was still there.

Rebecca had turned 16 and moved out.

Too many bad memories.

Hana and I communicated through sighs and breif galmces when we heard all the adults rambling on about how great she was.

She was great, I agree. But people only say that because she's dead.

The newspapers only acknowledged her because she died.

People only noticed her because shes gone from the background.

* * *

10:00am. Her funeral.

Hundreds of people showed up.

Only because it was the talk of the town.

Even Megan did.

She strutted in with her rich family, and she pretended to cry over Hope's death, but I knew that once we were back at school, she would go back to the very same bitch she always has been.

I was asked to say a few words at her funeral.

I asked them if I could say mine nearer the end.

I was ready.

I saw Hana, Corey, Rebecca and Blake sitting on the front row.

I gave them a curt nod before stepping up on the podium to say my speach.

I crinkled my papers to try and keep my calm.

"We only ever went on one date. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. How could someone so special go in the background unnoticed for so long? Its because she was comtantly put down. She was always told how stupid she was, how ugly she was, how dumb she was. She was told that for so long, she even started to believe it.

"So, I made it my mission to change her beliefs of those cruel lies. I told her I would change her mind on those lies. I promised her. But I failed. I failed my mission, because of this stupid society we live in. This society will constantly tell people that they aren't skinny enough, that they are ugly, that they are worthless. And then when they doe, they suddenly become 'these beautiful people who founght so well'. Yeah right.

"If you've ever made someone feel any of those negative things, stand now." Nobody stood up. They were either too scared, or they didn't know they had done wrong.

"None of you?" I asked, looking at Megan dead in the eye. "Well I doubt that. But, I shall carry on nonetheless. Hope was the most amazing person I know and because of our society, she gave up. She gave her her own FUCKING LIFE. BECAUSE SHE WAS TOLD SHE WAS USELESS. Dont be that person." I mock-curtseyed, and left the room.

I left people to wallow in their self-pity. I was done.