Kat the Forgotten

Kat was a boring,simple girl. The girl you'll see for one second but than gone the next. The antisocial type, weird, goth, the one that always looked depressed. The girl that barely gave her work in and who was just passing classes. Kat was the girl that flinched at any body contact. The girl that always held a blank stare, never talked.

Kat was the type to keep dark secrets.

Kat never really existed to her parents. They would of course feed her but not enough , she wasn't getting the nutrients she should've or even worked out a little. She stood locked in her den of a room everyday after school. Her parents wanted a boy so when her mother had a miscarriage and in her second attempt "Kat"was hated since birth. Now Kat chooses to stay in her room. Not just to be alone but to not get in front of her fathers alcoholic rage.

Kat would be tossed, kicked, punched, bitten, even raped by her father. But her mother did nothing, she encouraged the father to do such actions. So that's why none of the kids from her school will see her outside with the rest. Always cooped up in her ragged, outdated, very very small room. It's not that her parents couldn't afford to make over her room, they practically live in a nice advanced family house. But they just couldn't care less about her.

Kat obviously kept shut through her ordeals. Never complained on how dusty her room was, how dirty and broken her only three outfits were. As long as the clothing was still covering her bruised skin she was fine. Kat in her alone time would paint things for hours a day. In class, during lunch, at home. She drew ravens, bones, angels, blood ...etc. Anything that contained her emotions was written out in short poems.

"I push people away when all I really want is to hug them and be told that everything's ok".

And then there were others options of "art". Kat always had wrist bands or anything she could make or scavenge for to place on her wrists. Kat would always cut. The last thing of everyday would be the most painful yet relieving feeling that's unexplainable. It was rare for her to cut lightly, everyday she cut, she drew heavy droplets of blood. And most cases, would have to wrap her arm in thick bandages.

But in this whole process she never cried, flinched, or even hesitated. She was so use to it, she went for bigger blades everyday. She had no more than 56 scars on each wrist and all within an amount of two years. But she also made use of her thighs. But couldn't stand her body figure so would not go down that far very much.

Kat was a very skinny girl, her chest was only but an A, her arms literally could've been used as regular bones, you could not tell the difference if it wasn't for the pale skin. Same for her thighs, and legs. Kat's face was something she was least proud of. Her hair had no color in it, except brown dried up dirt. Her teeth somewhat white but all jagged and out of place. Her ears small and gentle, but her eyes were very unusual. Instead of brown eyes like her parents, hers were a greenish hazel. That one feature brought out her personality that's why she didn't like them.

Kat exhausted of today's obstacles went to close the curtains....... but stopped in the process. Outside on her front lawn was a box. She studied it carefully unsure if it was a gift or some trick. But the box was in a faded red color and had a nicely written note on it. Kat with swift fragile moves opened her window and climbed down her big vine lines across the side of the house and quickly grabbed the box and sprinted back for the vine. After pulling herself in tossed the box on the bed and watched the sunset as she closed her curtains and got ready for dinner.

Kat hid the box under her dresser just to make sure any "unwanted visitors decided to join her tonight".

The tension already filling the air as Kat came down and sat at the table. Luckily her father was working a night shift for a few days, so it would only be her devil of a mother. Hungry, as soon as the plate was set down Kat prayed and had her way at it. Of course her mother would try to make an open conversation but Kat had others plans to attend. Kat finished her light plate and glanced at the clock in return. 9:45.