Some may be expecting "once upon a time" to begin this story. Well this isn't a story on a fucking princess. This is a story about those "emo" kids in the back of your class. you know who the hell I'm talking about. the kid that always gets labeled. if you don't want to hear this story then get the fuck out.
Good? now let's begin.
As a child Nepeta was happy and cheerful. She loved meeting new people and talking. But as she grew up bad things started to happen, such as abuse and bulling. she started blaming herself for it all. she didn't have a father because he died when she was very little. Also as she got older she isolated herself. she stopped talking to everyone and stayed alone. so she wouldn't get hurt.
And as time went by it got worse and worse. She had suicidal thoughts daily. She started cutting and tried to stop eating but couldn't. She treated herself the way others treated her. Horrible. She never had any friends, she stayed home all the time. all she ever wanted and still wants is a friend or someone to talk to, but she is scared. scared of everything.
So as Nepeta was crying in the school bathroom one day, some assholes came by and started teasing her. Mostly about her appearance and that she was such a fuck up. She knew she was a fuck up, she wish that people would stop pointing out her flaws. She knows they exist she doesn't need a goddamn reminder! she angrily pulled out her blade that she kept and silently started cutting. The bright red of her blood calmed her down. Made her peaceful in a world of madness. As if she had control of something. As the day went by she kept blaming herself for everything. Then she ran home before they could bully her again.
