Katye's POV
"What's this, Mute?" Zayne said and snatched my drawing pad out of my hands. I tried to reach for it. That had a lot of personal images in it! I needed it! But Zayne just held it above his head. He proceeded to stand on a desk and flip through all the drawings, his face showing no emotion. When he saw the last one, he sucked in a breath. But then he put on a smirk.
"You really like this drawing pad, huh?" He asked. I nodded.
"Too damn bad." He says and rips it in half. Then it lands in the garbage. No! That was my last one and we can't afford another. I whimpered. But Zayne, he just punched me in the lower stomach and left. Another bruise, that makes 16. I sat there and sobbed, wondering where the hell a teacher was, but I guess they were on their break because no one came in at the bell.
*TRIGGERING POSSIBLY, DON'T HURT YOURSELF PLEASE I'LL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF IF I'M THE CAUSE*
So I cut, again. Four times. It felt really great to be able to have control over one little thing in life. And with that, I wiped the blood off and went to my next period class, quietly and sadly.
Zayne's POV
As I sit in 2nd period English, my brain wanders. First to pizza. I am starving, I haven't eaten in 3 whole hours. That was a long time. Also, I remembered what happened in the room just 20 minutes ago. Her drawings, they looked really good. Almost real. I shook my head. There was no way that was real, she was probably just being dramatic or something, right? I mean, all girls do that. I think. But they looked so real. All the pictures were typically a guy hurting a girl, or tears on wilted flowers. It never showed faces though. Except the last one. The girl had a face. It looked familiar. But who was it? I sighed and put my pencil on the paper, writing down sentences from the board. Then, I was mentally slapped in the face. The face in the picture, it was-
Katye.
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Sry it's short, but I need to think b4 adding more.
Also, should I add imagines at the end?
Love ya and vote twice please,
Ktp
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Teen FictionKayte was stuck. High School was a living Hell and home wasn't much better. Called a whore and a fat ass by almost everyone isn't easy. For Katye, she was afraid to stand up for herself. She realizes on that one very day that no one needs her useles...
