Sty Fr Th Ftr; Catradora High School Au

Just Stand Up Pt 2

Catras POV 2 weeks before hoco
TW: Hints of Abuse, and hints of SH

"You really thought I didn't notice?" A chilling voice drawled from the dark house, reeking of alchohal.

"I dont know what you think you notice, considering you pay no attention to my existence" Catra responded, trying to quickly male her way out of the doorway and towards her room. She was blocked by a swift, shadowlike figure, who grabbed her wrists. Catra's breathe hitched. She was petrified. She hated the feeling of being our of control, at the mercy of others

"Oh I noticed. I noticed how you stand taller. I noticed how you stopped moping. I noticed how.... you think you have a purpose. What's this big thing that suddenly makes you think you mean something? A person? No you little slut they dont care about you. Is it some other big project? Well let me tell you kitten, mind as well quit while your ahead, because your useless" Ms Weaver hissed. Then she lifted her hand, causing Catra to recoil,  waiting for a strike. A strike that never came. The shadow like lady shoved the girl to the ground. "Get out of my sight." She said. And Catra did.

Time skippppp

It had been 5 days. Catra knew that the election was over by now. She kmew by not showing up she had forfeited, but she didnt care. She couldn't stand up. She didn't know why. It wasnt like she was sleepy. She had slept quite a bit actually. She just couldn't stand. She was so tired of the world. It felt like invisible weights had pinned her to her bed. She felt so weak, so pathetic. Were a few stupid words from Ms. Weaver really enough to break her? No it wasn't because of Ms. Weaver. It was because the words were true. She was useless. People can use her for short amounts of time, but only when they need her. Because she was expendable. She was replaceable.

**Time skip

It had been so, so long. She hadn't showered, or brushed her teeth or combed her hair in almost two weeks. She couldn't even remember the last time she'd eaten. She could barely remember what day it was. Barely. She knew today was the homecoming dance. She knew she had promised Scorpia to go to the game and then the dance. Yet she had let her down. She had let the only person who seemed to somewhat care about her down. You're always alone yet when you have the opprotunity to make friends you let them down. Or they leave. God her brain was impossible. No. I'm not letting you ruin your life again. Just do this one thing. She whispers to herself quietly. It took so much effort. So much strength and willpower. It took everything she had. Just stand up Catra. She felt a few tears slip from her eyes. She didn't know why she was crying. She was pathetic. No don't listen to Ms. Weaver. Your so much stronger. She tried to tell herself. And she did it. It was hard, but she did it. She stood up. Now just try and go to the bathroom.

She took her time, stumbling down the hall. Ms Weaver was out so she didnt fear the ruckus she stirred up. When she got to the bathroom she stared at herself in the dirty mirror. God, Catra, you've seen better days. She brushed her teeth, undressed and stepped into the shower, flinching at the way the water stung her skin.

It took some time, and it was hard, but Catra managed to clean herself up and eat a bit of food. Now you need something to wear. Only problem is the nicest thing in her closet was a drawing her and Adora had made as kids. She looked down at the crumpled 5 dollars in the pocket of her hoodie. Whatever, Catra, let's see what we can do.

Madame Razz's secondhand store was tiny, cramped, and always smelled like blueberries. Not that Catra minded. As she approached the small old lady at the front desk she sighed.

"Alright, lady do you have any, like really, really cheap, suits?" The old lady studied her through giant, goggle-like glasses.

"Madam Razz has just the thing! Wait right here kitty." Great. Another nutjob. She waddled off  behind some large racks of clothes and came back holding a crimson and burgundy red suit. Catra had to admit, it was classy. Which meant there was probably no way she could afford it.

"Yeah I don't think that's quite within my budget so uh-" Madam Razz cut her off.

"Darling darling darling, Razz is not a charity but sometimes a good suit can do good for even the most lost of souls. Free of charge" Catra scowled, she almost refused. She didn't need some old lady's pity. But then again she did need the suit.

"Whatever thanks I guess." She accepted the suit from the lady and dropped the five dollar bill in the tip jar and rushed out of the store.

After stopping quickly by her house to change, Catra made her way sluggishly to Scorpias house. She hated school events, always stuffed with people. But she had to at least try to make the past two weeks up to Scorpia. She hesitantly rang the doorbell and a nice lady, Scorpias mom, answered it and called for her daughter. "Coming mom!" Scorpias voice echoed down the stairs. When Catra first saw Scorpia come down the stair she was a little suprised, she looked good. Like, really nice. She noticed Scorpia staring wide eyed at her. Shoot, she's mad I missed the election and game isn't she?

"What? Are you still mad about missing the election and game? Get over it I- " Catra's panicked words were cut off by a giant hug from Scorpia. She stiffened at the girls grasp, but slowly melted into it. Maybe hugs weren't so bad. And maybe Scorpia did still like her. Maybe life wasn't so bad. She stood there in the girls embrace for long time, and then the two girls made their way to the dance.

Hey guys! Fairy god mother Razz lol. I just want to let you know, one relapse does not define you okay? Your gonna be okay, I promise. Drink some water, breath some air, have a good day!💖💕