The Freak with the Notebook

In the End

-Katt's P.O.V.-

        Harry stood up for me. He actually stood up for me. He would never understand how grateful I am for that, but I honestly wish he wouldn't have. I don't want him to feel like I do. I spent most of the time in class writing in my notebook, writing about everything I felt. I was interrupted by the bell, and I stood up and grabbed my things, ready to head to my locker. Harry followed me close behind, all the way to my locker.

        "Is there a reason you're following me?" I asked quietly, trying not to sound rude.

        "I just want to make sure no one messes with you," He replied, smiling softly. I nodded and opened my locker, grabbing my things for second period. He walked me to my history class, and made sure I was safely inside. At least, he thought I was safely inside. Little did he know, PJ was the ruler of Mr. Mahon's 2nd period history class. She was the most popular girl in that class, and she wasn't going to let me go that easily for almost ruining her relationship.

        I took one step into the classroom and was greeted by a despicable stare from the one, the only PJ. Class was about to start, so I went straight to Mr. Mahon. "May I use the restroom?" He nodded and I got myself out of that class as quickly as I could. I ran to the bathroom and backed against the wall, sliding down it. And that's when I heard PJ walk in. 

        "Fuck." I mumbled quietly. I saw her, and there was a different look in her eyes. Not an 'I hate you' look but an 'I'm going to kill you' look. She walked closer to me, and right behind her followed Alex, Marissa, and Emily. Her friends. 

        "Look who it is!" PJ started. "It's the whore who thought she could take my precious Harry away from me!" Her Harry, that's right. I knew he would never love me, and I don't know why it hurt so much to hear it from her. I whimpered at the comment as PJ knelt down to where our faces met. "So tell me. Did you really think he could ever love a freak like you?" There's that name again. Freak. That's all I am, and that's all I'll ever be. I looked down as tears brimmed my eyes.

        "You're such an idiot!" Alex called. 

        "Seriously." Another girl agreed.

        "Guys! Let me handle this!" PJ said, looking back at her friends. "But you really shouldn't mess with me, freak. And you did. I am going to make you wish you were never born. Understand?" I nodded slightly before she started talking again. "The whore better start running now, I'd hate to see what happens if you stay. You stay away from my man. And if you don't, I'll make sure he gets a copy of your death certificate."

        With a bit more banter from PJ and her friends, they left, and by the end of it all, I was a shivering, crying mess. I was worthless and I knew it. I ran out of the bathroom and out of the school. I ran home as quickly as I could, paying no mind to the traffic. The tears clouded my vision as I ran home. 

        When I wound up at my house, I ran around to the backyard and found a long piece of rope. I walked in through the back door, leaving the door wide open. I didn't care. I set all my books on the table, excluding my notebook. I set the rope on the floor as I sat at the island in my kitchen. I wrote my note. The note that was going to be my goodbye. The note my sister would cry over. The note that would be read at my funeral. Maybe then they'll regret it. 

        I carefully put the light pink ribbon in between the pages I had written on and shut the book carefully. I grabbed the rope and tied it to one of the uncovered beams in the stairwell, hoping the knot could be able to hold me. I grabbed the stool from the bathroom and tied a noose, which I had practiced many times, but never used. I carefully slipped it over my head as tears streamed down my face, surely smearing my makeup, not like it mattered. 

        I sent a silent goodbye to my sister and Harry. "I love you guys," I whispered under my breath.

        Just as I heard someone burst through the front door, I kicked the stool out from under my feet, freeing me from my problems.