Kitty-Cat- Descendants Fanfic

Chapter 3

AN: So this isn't going to be a long fanfiction, just so ya know.

I woke up, stretching out in cat form once again.

It was Saturday, which meant no classes, but I knew that I should get up anyway.

I quickly walked over to my closet, picking out an outfit, (picture up top).

Quickly slipping it on, I made my bed, grabbing my sketchbook and sitting back down.

I didn't want to have to deal with all of the horrible people today.

Flipping to an open page, I started to draw the old wood that my family would play in, before the king took over of course.

That was when I was still an innocent little kitten, oblivious to what pain the world could bring.

I heard a loud knock at the door, and with a sigh, went and opened it.

I saw no one there, but there was a pile of notes attached to the hallway around my door, and the outside of it.

Some said, 'Go home freak!', others were, 'you are a serial killer just like your parents!'.

I shut my door, not even bothering to move the notes, because I knew that they would just put more up.

I'm sure they won't hate you forever, once of the voices said, comforting me.

"I sure hope not."

I slid down the back, wanting to be home more than ever, but I knew that they would never let me back.

I heard another knock, and with an angry breath, said, "go away! I get it, you don't want me here, and I don't want to be here either!" I yelled at them, but heard a voice come through the door.

"Charlee? Its me, Wyatt," he said gently, and I stood up, opening the door for him.

"I um, saw the notes on your door. And in the hall. Are you alright?" He asked, and I sat down on my bed, going back to sketching.

"Shouldn't you be out with your new friends? I'm sure they're missing your ends," I told him softly, not in the mood to talk to anyone.

"Charlee-"

"I just, can't talk to anyone right now," I replied, and he frowned.

"But Charlee, we are always here for each other. And right now you are hurting. I can't let you be hurt."

I didn't say anything, instead just looked down at my book.

He gently grabbed my hand, walking into the room and closing the door behind him.

He pulled me into a hug, which I returned after only a seconds hesitation.

I felt my eyes well up again, and he gently pulled us to the floor, me sitting on his lap, legs on either side of his torso.

I buried my head in his chest, the tears falling freely.

"They hate me. I'm not their cup of tea." I said through tears, Wyatt rubbing my back comfortingly.

"You just need to show them to not be scared of you," he said, and I pulled back from his chest to look at me.

"How am I supposed to do that? Just put on an act?"

"No. We have to find a way that they will see what Wonderland really is. I'm just not sure how to do that yet." Wyatt said, gently wiping away some of the spare tears that still sat on my face.

I took a shaky breath, trying to calm myself down.

"Maybe Evie would have an suggestion. She knew we were good without question." I responded, and he smiled at me.