Porcelain Face

by Svea53

Imagine if Leslie never died, married Jesse and had a boy and he fell in love. This story is based on the characters of the bridge to Terabithia and the song Porcelain Face. If any confusion please contact me via Instagram WARNING: includes depression and self-harm. If you are depressed or do self-harm please seek help. I don't want any of my lovely readers going through that.

1. Ethan I

Ethan's POV

It was the same old story, everyday, same people...same abuse. I was tired of everything and everyone. I had no reason to be upset they said, but they didn't know anything. I looked around my dark room. The same fucking room I've looked at every single day of my miserable life. I didn't want to go to school at all. I never did, I wish I was home schooled I begged my parents but they wouldn't listen all they care about is their money and power. Their master plan that I wasn't apart of and I would never be apart of. I was decay, I was poison. I had a cardboard face and I liked it.

Walking the school halls alone was comforting for me. A sense of serenity knowing the only person who could hurt you right then; right there was yourself. All of a sudden some idiot had to snap you back into reality. Reality...O how much I earn to be apart of...NOT!

"OI CARDBOARD FACE WHAT YOU LISTENING TO THIS TIME?!" Some boy shouted from the quad.

I turned around and smirked. How I longed to beaten up until my lungs gave out. Although to be honest I just want to die for one day and see who really cares.I took my headphones off, smiled and closed my eyes ready to inure the pain of my so-called friend's fist. It wasn't my fault I was different is it? I didn't know anymore I was a cardboard face, I had a plain life. Then I saw her... My antidote.