Louis' long lost sister

Chapter one

One more thing before you start: Since everything is already written, I will be posting two or three chapters everyday till it's finished. Carry on.

Freya's POV

I shut my locker as yet another school day has ended. This one signaling the end of the school year. This was my last school year ever. I know I'm not going to University on account that my parents can't afford it.

I'm so glad that I'm going to be out of this school forever. It's not that I don't like school though, it's the people in it. The teachers are nice but not the students. I'm constantly harassed by them.

There are a select few that I do like and those are my friends Gabby, Natalie, Jake, Matt, and Christi. They are the only ones that are nice to me. They even stood up for me a couple times until I begged them to not interfere. I hated to see them fight and get hurt almost as bad as I would. I can't stand seeing others in pain. That's why my parents don't do anything about me getting bullied. They think it stopped years ago. I can't let them see me and feel hurt. If one of the many bullies do end up hurting me and it's visible, I just blame it on PE.

I'm 19. I'll be 20 in three months. I know what you're thinking, what is a 19 year old doing in high school? Well that's because my parents held me back for a year claiming that they 'weren't ready to let me go'. I don't think that's the case but I've never questioned it.

That is actually one of the many things people use to bully me with. They all think I got held back, was too stupid to start school yet, or am lying about my age. I know for a fact that I wasn't held back and I am not lying about my age. I may have never seen my birth certificate but my parents told me that I was 19 and I trust them. The 'too stupid' part gets to me though. A lot of the things they say gets to me. They also say things like the fact that I'm worthless, a goodie two shoes, and a teachers pet. They are the reason for me wearing long sleeves in the middle of June and shorts that can't really be classified as shorts because they go up to my knees.

That's right. I'm a self harmer. I started about 6 years ago. At that time I thought the only way to self harm was to cut so there are mostly those type of scars littering my legs, wrists, and stomach. It wasn't till four years ago I discovered that burns can give you the same form of relief. There are small circles covering my body too; not nearly as many cuts though. I mostly burn when I'm in my car and I need fast relief. I use the cigarette lighter. I cut when I get home from beatings usually. They can happen where ever me and the main bully, Mark, is.

Think of the devil, and he shall appear. Right as I thought that, Mark and a few of his buddies strut up to me with matching smirks and evil eyes on their faces.

"Hello Freya, how's the old lady doing today? Want me to go fetch your walker?" His posse all laughed and pointed at me. Another thing about my age, they call me an old lady even though I'm only a year older than them.

"Are you ready for your end of school year present, Freya?"

I'm not even given an chance to reply when I'm shoved into nearby wall of lockers. Mark makes the first punch then his friends join in. I loose balance and fall to the floor where I'm kicked everywhere. This goes on for another five minutes with the group randomly yelling stuff along the lines of "kill yourself"

"Nobody will miss you"

"Piece of shit"

"Emo scum"

And my personal favorite "Die, you worthless bitch"

They boys stop abruptly due to Mark being throw off of me and onto the group of lockers across the hall. The boys run to him to make sure he is okay while I'm lifted in the air by my favorite art teacher, Mr. Donavon. He takes me to his class room on the next hallway over. "Awe Freya not again"

Mr. Donavan is the only adult that knows about everything. Right now he is pulling me over to the sinks where we clean our equipment. He gets paper towels off the rack and soaks them in warm water before he goes to clean my nose that I didn't even know was bleeding. He cleans it for awhile then throws the paper towel away while washing his hands. "Okay Freya, there doesn't seem to be any cuts or anything but I can assure you, there will be bruises. I can drop you off at home, if you'd like."

I nodded and hopped off the table. He grabbed his briefcase and phone off his desk before we walked off to his car. I don't have to tell him my address due to the fact that he drives me home all the time. One way I get my anger out is through art and he will stay after school with me for hours until I feel well enough to go home.

When we reach my house, he stops my arm from opening my door. I turn to him with a puzzled look on my face and then he speaks. "Freya, besides tonight at graduation, this may be the last time I will get to have a conversation with you for I don't know how long. I want no interruptions for the speech I'm about to give. Here it goes." he takes a deep breath then continues again "Freya, don't let the bullies get to you later in life. You are better than all of them. When I see you in a few years, hopefully when you come back to visit me, I want to see your arms, legs, and stomach and only see fading scars. You're worth much more than those dirt bags ever will be. You're special and I want you to never forget that. Continue with art. Don't ever stop. You're the best artist I know and I expect to have an invite to your first show. I love you as if you were my own daughter, Freya. I hope that my real daughter, Stephanie, and the daughter my wife and I are expecting in a few short months will be just like you. You have my number if you ever need it. I wish you the best of luck in life. Now come on over and hug me!" Mr. Donovan finished. I wiped the imaginative tear that was falling from my eye and reached over to hug him.

After hugging for about two minutes, we pulled apart and I said to him "Thank you Mr. Donavan. You've helped me so much throughout the years. It makes me sad to think I'll be leaving you but just knows that I'll miss you so much. Thank you, again" and with that I stepped out of the car and up to my house.