Princess ✔ Jenzie

♕Chapter 21♕

Princess - Chapter 21

CHAPTER DEDICATED TO Colejonas

Thanks for always inspiring me to keep going, and never letting go of me. I honestly probs wouldn't have been on Wattpad this long if it wasn't for you <333

Author's note: I'm done bullying my writing, just know I HATE EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER, but I'm not going to say it anymore bc it just annoys people haha. This chapter was pre-written, it's just up a little late bc the last chapter still hasn't reached it's goal.

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MACKENZIE'S POV:

The black jeans I had hurried on this morning made contact with the aloof bathroom floor, my eyes fixed on the dirty tiles I had thought were always shining only a few weeks ago. Pouring out all of my misery into a single sigh, I bring my knee's closer to me, and preventing myself from witnessing light, I shove my head into my black jeans.

I felt as if everything had finally come to a halt; a dead end. Everything I'd craved before just wasn't worth it, it no longer appeared so pleasant in my eyes. Answers weren't all I was looking for, not anymore. I was tired of feeling powerless, like if I were to speak out, someone in particular– Lauren– is going to rip my fragile and vulnerable body into a million tiny pieces.

Weeping slightly, I wonder, why don't I do something about it? Now that I'm apparently a different person, why couldn't I speak to Lauren the same way she speaks to me? Why couldn't I tell her to stop hurting everyone around her; to stop hurting me. To stop hurting her brother, to stop hurting Faith– who now has poisonous daggers currently being yielded my way.

With all honesty, my life couldn't get any worse from here. What was something Lauren could possibly do to make me resent living even more? If only narrating to a teacher was that easy, although outing Lauren's acts of sinful deeds results in myself following along and exposing my corrupt commissions to everyone as well.

The bitter silence soundlessly echoing through-out the girl's bathroom somehow pounded in my head. Not that I had minded it much. This is better than the Literacy classroom, much better than Faith's constant insults. Besides, this was what I had wanted all along, right? A moment of silence, to conceive and obtain resolutions, all alone.

The door fracturing open, my head bounces up at the sound. My immediate reaction to achieve a breath and stand up. Allowing a girl to witness my crying in the bathroom will only add on to my embarrassment.

I let out my breath, relieved. Johnny's familiar soft expression outlined his artistic face. Feeling slightly pale under his gaze, my legs fall down to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you," Johnny responded without hesitance, rousing closer and rubbing the spot on the floor beside me.

Myself missing the old censorship I had been in not too long ago, I fail to smile. "You're not allowed to be in here, this is the girl's bathroom."

Johnny chuckled, "you think I don't know that?" It wasn't awkward, we haven't had an awkward conversation in a while. I'd just felt uncomfortable, perhaps even exposed? Converting my head away from him, I observe the briefly scrapped bathroom sink, discerning the way the metal bends on one end, and not the other. "Why'd you run out?" Johnny mumbled soothingly yet heavily.

I only gulped, glancing back at him. "I'm honestly not quite sure I know myself," I smile sadly. My brain couldn't bustle up a less-genuine conversation. My lips seal shut, as my heart pumps faster.