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[Act XII]: [Scarred: Winter's Story.]

[The original plan I had for this chapter was absolutely insane. I'll explain after this chapter near the end.]

[Winter's P.O.V]
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Worthless.
Isolated.
Neglected.
Troubled.
Empty.
Rejected.

I Am W.I.N.T.E.R.
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Life is pretty crazy, and I never thought I'd grow up to learn this. There are people in this world who seems like normal people, but they end up having the wildest stories. There are people out there who you think are there for you and who you think are family, but what you don't realize is that you don't matter to them at all. Not one bit. It's pretty sad. I've given a lot of people my trust, and all they've ended up doing was stabbing me right in my back with it.  What's unfortunate is that once I started to separate myself from the people who have wronged me, they began to say I've "changed" or I'm "fake." That led to an entire set of problems, all because I got tired of dealing with snakes.

Well, I was born in Atlanta, Georgia. My mother and father were pretty much alright at that point, from what I've heard. Then, one day, my mother and father got into a really big fight over me. Apparently, my mother believed that my dad wasn't putting in enough work and effort, and it came off as he didn't care about me. She believed that even though he didn't have a job at this time, he still would go out with his friends instead of staying home to take care of me. My father thought that mom didn't understand how difficult it was to get a job, and that she just didn't see how much he was trying.

This night, the argument got really loud, waking me up. I was only 2. My mother began to get violent. Little Winter stood outside the door of her room, watching on, crying. I don't remember this at all, this is based on what was told. My mother kicked my father out, and he said he wanted to take me, but my mother refused to let him. I haven't seen my father since. He calls every now and then, but I wish he was here for me. I grew up being very shy and quiet, but still for some reason, the other kids didn't like me. I didn't do anything to anyone, so why didn't they want me around? I mean, the teachers said I was very smart, so I guess that may be why? Maybe hanging around the smart kids in class wasn't cool. Oh well.

Being that I'm pretty much an only child since my older sister ran away  a long time ago, I guess the only thing that really raised me was my mother, Nickelodeon and the Disney channel.
Yes, Zoey 101 and Hannah Montana were my favorite shows. Leave me alone. Don't act like you didn't watch them too! I wanted to be just like them. But I felt I wasn't pretty enough. People didn't like me as much as they liked them. I didn't have the talent Hanna Montana had. (Notice I said "had".)

Why can't I be like these models I see on TV? Why can't people just accept who I am instead of staying away from me because I'm not what you THINK a girl should be or look like. Instead, because I'm quiet, and I'm not loud and obnoxious, and I'm not like these girls everyone sees on TV, I'm pretty much irrelevant. That's dumb.

I'm not complaining about how I look, (even though I could look better..) I'm just saying it's wrong how girls are treated because of these unjust expectations we need to meet. I just wanna hide under the covers in my room with a jar of Nutella, looking at weird stuff on Tumblr. I don't wanna go on Facebook and twerk for likes. I'll pass.

That's one thing about me I guess.

Since I'm on that topic, let's dive deeper into my middle school experience thus far. I went through some things that I never thought I'd worry about. These things include depression, eating disorders, self harm and suicide, stress, bullying, and heartbreak. Yes, only in middle school.

I got bullied and picked on by other students in my class, and other classes. I tried ignoring it, but it was nearly impossible to avoid. These people were everywhere. I would talk to a teacher, but I feel like if the students found out they'd try hurting me. What did I ever do wrong to these monsters? I was so confused. I'd stay in the girls bathroom and cry, and then cry more once I got home. My mother has no clue what's been happening with me. I was just too scared to tell anyone. But I wanted this all to stop. One day I then remembered that I seen posts about people cutting there arms to feel better. So one day, while I was shaking and crying and couldn't stop, my first thought was the kitchen. For reasons I can't explain, the knife tearing through my skin calmed me down. Unfortunately, my mom saw my arms one day, and she was heart broken. Next thing I knew, I'm in the doctor talking to someone I never seen before in my life about my problems. If I couldn't tell my mother, what makes anyone think I can tell this moron?

I told him that I was really a nice person and I didn't understand why people treated me this way. All I wanted was to have friends I could talk to and hang out with. But, no one wanted me around. Even the girls in the school who were into the same things I were into, they wouldn't talk to me. They just didn't want me around. They would yell and scream at me, throw things at me, hit me when the teachers aren't around, and it was a confusing nightmare. The words these "people" said to me made me not want to be here anymore. To bring someone to that point is pretty awful, but they don't care. These monsters don't have feelings. What they said caused me to go to the bathroom almost everyday and force myself to vomit. After almost every time, I would collapse to the ground, whimpering.

The school was informed about what was going on with me, and things changed drastically. Most of the students left me alone, but I  think it was out of fear. They must believe I'm so weird now that they don't want me around. So the pain got even worse on the inside because now they think I'm some sort of freak. Once I graduated 8th, I moved to New York.

Now, I want to prevent kids from having to deal with what I've dealt with. I want to form something with the right people who have similar experiences, to come together and save all the children around the worlds' lives. For once, that is something that I fully believe I can accomplish.

Do I feel any better about myself? No. I still cut. I write my stories in my skin. I have no other way of releasing all this pain out. But others don't have to do it as well.

My scars aren't going to fade, but I can make the ones on others fade.
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Now you know a little more about Winter! Her story is pretty sad, and it didn't even seem like it!

Do you think Trevor and Matthew will find out? Do you think there is something else Winter is hiding? Leave a comment!

BTW, the original plan I had was to wait until winter to put out this chapter but I can't wait that long! That's pretty insane.

Thanks for reading! Next chapter whenever I'm able to. Schools starting 😣😣. . But yeah. Stay tuned. ☺️😚 -K.T

P.S FEEL FREE TO ASK QUESTIONS!