Writing in Red Ink (Bloody Painter x reader)

Ch.1 Back to School

-Your pov

"Y/n!  It's time to get up!" My mother shouted from the other end of the house. I opened my eyes a little. I wish that I was sick so that I didn't have to go to school. No one is important to me. Not anymore that is. My three friends had to move out to a different town because of the flooding. I was alone at school now. Freshman and sophomore year sucked. Junior year will be no different. I reluctantly got up and dressed. I tried to look a little more fashionable since it's the first day. When I finished getting dressed and put my shoes on, I went straight to the kitchen. My mom smiled at me and I tried to smile back.

"I know it's hard for you y/n. That last month you had with your friends went by too fast." She said as she hugged me.

"It will get better. I promise." She finished before putting breakfast on the table. I sat down and ate before I finished getting ready. I grabbed my backpack and walked to the front door.

"Love you y/n. I'll see you when you come home." My mom said as she hugged me one more time as I hugged back.

"Love you too mom." I replied before walking out the door to school.

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My first class was boring. The teacher talked about the syllabus and a bunch of random things. It was difficult to catch up with her. One moment she's talking about the syllabus, and then she starts talking about basketball before suddenly switching back to the syllabus. I knew right away that her teachings were going to be difficult to keep up with. The rest of my classes were better, and then came my last class. Algebra. The teacher handed out the syllabus and read bits and pieces before having us go on the computers while he sat quietly at his desk. He had us do online math problems. Worst part was that we had to get five right in a row or else it makes us start over. I was so close to getting it done every time, but I kept on messing it up over and over. I was so close to punching the stupid computer. Part of me felt like the teacher didn't know any math. I was relieved when the bell rang. I am free from this hell of a class. I walked down the hall with my books towards my locker. I could hear laughing from behind me and looked to see what was going on. A group of students were fast walking towards my direction.

"Hey freak." One said as they walked faster. I tensed up thinking that they were going to pick on me. I was wrong. They were picking on someone else. A boy with black hair. One hit the back of his head while another hit the books out of his hands. Everyone in the hallway laughed before walking out of the school. It was just me and him in the empty hall. I turned to put my books in my bag and leave, but I couldn't help but look at his depressed figure on his knees with his head hung while looking at his pile of books and papers. I sighed and set my books down on the floor. Part of me wanted to pick them back up, stuff them in my bag and run home. I hesitantly walked closer to him as he started gathering and rearranging his papers. He didn't notice me when I knelt down. I grabbed a book and held it out to him. He froze when he saw his history book in my hand. I waited for him to take it, but he slowly looked at me. His ice blue eyes met my e/c ones. I could tell he was confused as he took his book out of my hand. I started helping him collect his papers and books.

"You don't have to do this" He whispered. I could barely hear him. I finished organizing some papers before giving them to him.

"I want to. What they did was wrong. It hurt seeing them do that to you." I replied as the two of us stood up. For a moment, I thought he smiled. He nodded his head slightly.

"Thanks." He replied before walking down a different hall to his locker. In a way, he was like me. Both of us are alone in this school. Both of us struggle here desperately trying to find a way out.

-??? pov

That girl with the h/c hair, I can't believe she wanted to help me. I don't even know her name. I never seen her before. We're in the same grade. I'm a year older than all of my classmates but we're still juniors. My mind was everywhere as I packed my things and walked out. I went straight into my room and set my backpack down. I ran to my bookshelf and looked through each shelf. A few minutes went by and I found what I was looking for. Sophomore yearbook. My first year at this school, but I was still the freak in this school. Just like Freshman year. I went to my class page and looked at each picture. My picture caught my eye for a moment. My hair was barely off my face. My eyes were empty. I sighed and continued looking until I found her. Y/n y/ln. She had a slight smile on her face with her h/c hair styled perfectly. I couldn't help but stare at her. She was beautiful. I quickly grabbed a pencil and my sketchbook. I drew her face as precise as possible. There was no flaw on her. So there won't be a flaw on my drawing.