Song: Writing's on the Walls by Sam Smith
Havana's POV
Dear Diary,
Walker put me in the hospital. Again. But no one knows. Well other then Kyle, But it's not like he can tell anyone. Becasue he is dead. Ugh. I'm still mad at him for pushing me out of the way of that motercycle. Now what do you know his best friend rides one. Just like the rest of them. Gah I hate them all. They make school miserable for me. And like I don't even know what I did? Ugh I just can't wait till in a year I can move far far away. LA. I can leave Syracuse and move across the country to LA, where Kyle and I were both gonna move. But someone had to leave me early. And now I stick out like a sore thumb. The bullying doesn't stop. The bathroom stalls for right now are my new bestfriends because they hide me from the horrible world that I call, high school. Everyone hates me, gossips about me, throws things at me, all of it. The girls attack me in the girls locker room and always call me ugly and fat and stupid and that i'm a slut and a hore. When in reality no guy will ever look at me like that. Imean I don't even know what Kyle saw in me. But he made me the happiest girl at school. Then that biker came and he pushed me aside and the bike hit him. I was a something and now I am an even bigger something. A something that no one likes. Just one more year and I can leave this all behind me. Just one more year.
I shut my diary and flopped back onto the bed. I looked up at the clock. 12:45. Ugh. I looked at the book that Kyle had got for me and let out a sigh and then rolled my eyes.
"I hate you, and I can't wait to watch you burn." I mumbled as I closed my eyes trying to steady my breathing, but I know that it will never happen again since that moment two years ago. I placed my diary under my pillow and let out a little sigh. The nurse came in and told me that I was free to go and I left almost immediatly.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?!" Kodan yelled over the phone as I got in the driver seat of my car.
"Um clearly not at school." I said and let out a little laugh.
"You need to get your ass back here before you really get your ass beat." He said and sighed.
"God I feel like Kyle." He said and I could clearly tell that he rolled his eyes. I bit my lip trying to keep myself from crying but the tears still fell.
"No. No not like that. Ugh, just, get here." Kodan said then hung up. I turned off my phone and cried and cried. Everyone knows that Kyle is my weak spot and people use that agenst me and it kills me. And when you here Kodan say it, him and his sweet voice, nothing close to his brothers, say it like that. It actually make me want to jump off a bridge. I wipped under my eyes trying to erase my tears knowing that they will always be the one mistake that comes back. I gripped the stearing wheel and started to drive back to school when I got a text.
Kodan:) Hey I never meant what I said like that.
Kodan:) Please don't take it the wrong way Vana
Kodan:) I love you and you know this.
Kodan:) Babygirl please answer me
Kodan:) I love you and I just don't wanna see you hurt
Kodan:) Thats all
Kodan:)You know I love you baby
I rolled my eyes looking at the texts that he was sending me. Yep. Sure you love me. Even though you are the number one person that beats me up in school and calls me a slut when you know that my father raped me when I was 10. Yep. Sure you love me. Because what good, abusive, sweet, hot, abusive boyfriend doesn't love their girlfriend? I rolled my eyes again and sighed as I parked my car and walked into school. I noticed Walker leaning up agenst his bike and I felt my legs go numb. I walked into English after throwing all my shit in my locker and gave my teacher my late note. I took my seat in the front of the class and pulled out my book and started to write. The one thing that I was actually good at. I felt something hit the back of my head and I sighed. I turned my head a little to see Nodan and Dalton laughing and fist bumping each other as Ceceil and Clara popped there gum. I shivered a little.
"POEMS! Who has got them done?" Mrs. Brown asked and clapped bringing me outta my trans.
"Mrs. Brown no offence but no one wants to sit through this dumb ass class. Like how I english gonna help me in the long run?" Nodan asked as Dalton snickered.
"Like how is a poem gonna help us?" Dalton said chimming the whole class up.
"Well Mr. Black and Mr. Park tell me if you can read this." Mrs. Brown said and wrote a phrase in cursive on the white board. Both boys looked at it confused.
"Ms. Wilde, would you like to read it to the boys?" She asked me and smiled. I felt my face get hot and my palms get alll sweaty. I hated having the spot light on me.
"Roses are red, violets are actually purple, not all rhymes need to rhyme, they just need two or more words per stanza, so how about you two, and detention after school today. Then tell me why poems are important. Because roses are red, and violets are blue, just like detention and just. Like. You." I read out loud as many people laughed and both boys faces grew beat red.
"See me after class boys. And thank you Ms. Wilde for that beutiful reading." Mrs. Brown said as others laughed. I sunk lower in my seat knowing that I was gonna get murdered later. And Kodan wouldn't do anything about it. If anything he will be the one to start it. But I mean it's not like I want him to become my night in shining armour and save me. Nope. But Walker on the other hand..
"You're gonna get it Wilde." I heard Dalton say as I sunk lower into my seat. At times like this is I just want to become invisible. Non-excistant. Maybe even... Dead.And the first official chapter is posteddddddddd!!! Really hope that yall liked that chapter and the new chapter,, Walker's POV will be posted on Saturday!! Tell me what you think is gonna happen to Havana?? What do you think that Walker's POV is gonna be about? But untill Sarurday,, PEACE
~Sarah
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