Ghost Bird The Academy: Jameson Addition.

Solitude, Was The Only Ending To Her Story.

              Trigger warning this chapter includes panic attacks, negative thoughts and self harm.

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James got to the school early for registration, her body was still stiff. So much had happened in the past couple of days. Between the bruises left from Greg to the new one from last night.

She ran her fingers over her palm again feeling the indentations.

Tugging her backpack on a little tighter James moved through the school quietly. Her hand brushing against the denim skirt she wore. It felt weird being in clothes that fit her. She was internally grateful that Beatrice hadn't rummaged through her bag tearing it apart.

The art room was in one of the back hallways of Ashley Waters, the school's money going more towards the sports teams rather than electives like art and music. She reached out grabbing the handle. The door was unlocked she wasn't shocked Ashley Water's security wasn't great. Meaning wasn't there at all.

James moved into the closest grabbing her folder that the teacher let her keep sketches in. This specific drawing she had been working on for ages. She pulled it out grabbing her pencils and adding too it. Music blaring in her ears. James nodded along to the song humming it slightly.

Although she still didn't agree with Victor getting her a more expensive phone, she was excited at the prospect of listening to music at any time. She trailed the string to her headphone as she criticized the details of her piece.

Art was safe for her. It would always be there. Never leaving her like everything else does at one point or another. It was one of the only things that she could rely on. She sucked in a breath. James had time to think when she was drawing. Thinking she had a love-hate relationship with. Your nothing.

She swallowed shaking her head trying to think of positives. The only other thing that made her happy besides art was well them.

Sang and the boys confused her as much as they excited her. She had never had friends before. She knew the boy's relationships were strange they seem to be like glue. Or maybe more like a pack, James giggled picturing them all like wolves. North did have the growl down. So far they've been there for her, she's never had that and James doesn't know how she feels about it.

She never really craved attention, she's been used to taking care of herself. With them though she did, she liked being able to make them smile. Or laugh at one of her dumb jokes. She liked the bubbling feeling she got inside.

What if they end up getting to really know her and they hated her? James doesn't think that she could handle that. Now that she knows what having friends is like she doesn't know if she could make it without. Scratch that James knows she couldn't. Not after that night, James made a promise to herself and if this didn't work out well James knew her fate.

Broken and alone.

She cleared her throat, making one last mark on her drawing. She rolled it up and decided to make it enough for the day lord knows that she could spend hours in this room. Unfortunately, she knows that the students would be lining up soon. Maybe the others would already be here.

She hoped they wouldn't be able to tell anything had happened yesterday. Her face was slightly bruised, she used cover-up but James was no makeup artist. She knew enough to keep herself hidden but the boys were different they were attentive. Paying close attention to the little things.

James closed the door making sure the light was off before leaving. She moved down the hall looking down to check her phone. Right as she turned the corner she smacked into a body.