Pastel Hearts~ Zosan

Chapter three~

I began walking on the way to school, I felt someone's eyes on me, I spun around to see no one but a cat meowing.

"Abandoned cats? You don't see them here in England..." I told himself as I bent down to strike the poor kitten. It meowed again, I could tell it was hungry, there was a near by mini store, I decided to buy some cat can food for the kitten, I set it to a near by wall as the cat ran towards it and eat it. I smiled warmly as it looked up to me. It continued eating as I walked away to school. As soon as I reached it, stuffed a few of my belongings in my locker, as soon as I shut the light blue locker, I turned around only to be shoved into them. I winched in pain as two strong hands pushed my covered but bruised wrists. I bit my lip in pain before looking up to see one of my school bullies. Jason. (Made up character)

"Hello Sanji.. Or should I say, Hello loser!" The older boy insulted, pushing my wrists more.

"P-Please, not n-now..." I pleaded.

"AWWW! Little Sanji is scared of Big Jason!" He teased before taking the books that were in my hands away.

"Hey! Give them back!" I begged trying to reach for the as he held them higher than I could reach, he dropped the oil causing papers to spread around. Before I knew it, I was lifted by my collar. He smirked and shoved me again in the lockers, he used one hand to keep both of mine above my head.
'What's gonna happen now?' I thought. Jason's smirk got wider as he used the other hand to brush the part I covered with my hair, I squirmed for him to stop. He only kicked me to stop, with one brush, he brushed the hair away. He looked at my completely shown face before dropping me into he cold floor laughing.

"Both of your eyebrows are pointing left! No wonder you cover your hideous face! Gosh! I'm going to tell the whole school!" He laughed causing me to whimper.
'Great! I'm gonna get more bullies! Just perfect!' I sarcastically thought in annoyance, after I collected my things, he was still there laughing, I shoved my book and papers in my bag before throwing it over my bag, while he was still laughing, I grew more annoyed and angry, I cracked my knuckles, and for the first time, kicked his head. Yes I was good at kicking, I never use my fists, only to protect. The kick I made is strong enough to make someone forget what happened.

"Hope he forgets about this..." I murmured.

However... I still felt someone's eyes on me... I looked around before walking off.

After classes CUZ IM LAZY~

It was lunch now, everyone was eating except me. Obviously because I gave away my money for the poor abandoned car, I didn't mind really, even if I was hungry, the cat is more important. I sighed as my stomach rumbled as I sat in the bench. I closed my eyes.

Can my life get any worse?

Abusive dad
Mother killed
No friends
Bullies
Hideous face
Weird creepy curly eyebrows that are uneven
Body bruised
Faking smiles
Shedding tears
Night terrors
Barely any food for me
Torn clothes
Heartache
Cold
Death everywhere
Grey world
No color
No life
No love

Loneliness

I have done nothing wrong... And I live in a cruel world where all there exists is hatred... Revenge and hate...

If there really is no reason for me to be here... Why am I still alive? All I see is hatred... Nothing else.. Can the world be a better place? No. It has too many stains... Too many stains of hatred..