Have another one as a small random prezzie. Enjoy :)
Discalimer: Course I own them!. Why are you looking at me like that? Okay, fine, fine. I don't, all rights go to Nickelodeon for BTR and Ryan Murphy/Brad Fulchuck
Small warning before you go any further: There is mentioning/use of the words of bullying, cutting and sucide. It doesn't go into much detail, just the mentioning of said words. However if you feel triggered then there is no offense taken if you don't read/skip this chapter. :)
Katie had just been about to type an e-mail to Carlos when she heard her door knock. She opened the door and found Kitty standing there again after only saying goodbye to her an hour ago. "Hey Kit, what's wrong?" Kitty just stood there shivering with a tear tracked face and walked into her home. Katie ran to the kitchen putting some hot chocolate on and grabbed a blanket for her.
"Katie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come over here, and I know you must have better things to do other than help me. I should go, I'm sorry" Katie was having none of it however and pushed her back down onto the sofa shaking her head giving her a mug of the hot chocolate that had just been made.
"Oh no you don't, you are staying right here until that rain dies down and you tell me why you've just appeared at my doorstep looking like you've been crying after when I saw you earlier having fun. Kit? Please?"
Kitty nodded slowly sniffing every once in a while before turning to her friend of three weeks now, after she'd confused the girl on her first day, they'd gone and had lunch together on the first weekend finding out they'd had a lot in common but hadn't gone deep into talking about family life yet. They were close to it though. They both knew about trust and what qualities it held, they trusted each other.
"Okay, you're right. I told my mum and dad about something that happened to me a while ago; it was a sort of bullying situation that got out of hand. Kids can be mean, I was smaller, chubbier, I was wise beyond my age, my reading level was in the 18 demographic for a year six, and I read textbooks from History to Geography to Latin even. I got called a nerd, a freak. Then I got into high school and most people spread rumours about me because most of us came from the same school. I got slushied once or twice despite I say I didn't, hateful, spiteful words were thrown at me, and nobody helped me for fear of getting hurt themselves, they were all too afraid to stand up.
No one did, I wrote in my journal about all of this leaving it in the most obvious places for my parents to read but they never picked it up and even if they did, they never looked inside it, I even said to once and they didn't. It eventually got too much as people started finding ways to text and e-mail or chat to me with scrunched up paper asking why I was still there, still living. I went into my bedroom and I tried to find the scissors and cut myself over and over. It didn't happen I couldn't do it. I went up to the roof of my house instead to jump off it but my father was working on it and sent me back down, later they transferred me here because of dad's job building work"
Here she started crying again and Katie couldn't believe her ears, she seemed like such a strong person and here yet here the girl needed support and comfort. Surely though she should be telling her mum and dad this and crying to them letting them comfort her instead? Not saying anything else but touching her arm gently to let her know she was there she let her friend carry on.
"So today my parents found my old journal knowing I hid it instead of laying it around somewhere in hindsight and they picked it up and looked through it seeing each entry. There was another entry where it said how sorry I was to Marley for hurting her and that Blaine was one of my close friends. Anyway after they questioned me about that, I answered truthfully by the way, they went on to say about how if I wanted them to know about my bullying problem the why didn't I? When I said I gave them so many chances and retold them what really happened to me they got angry and said I was most likely lying to them because I never said anything about this beforehand and I must have made up all the dates to go back to our old house and wanted something to get rid of my guilt for Marley and then they said couldn't bear to have a liar and a tell-tale in the house anymore and they said to get out and not come back until I got my story straight. I came here"
Katie couldn't believe her eyes and ears, what parent would do that to their child? It was very plain to see she wasn't lying from the way she talked and cried to her. Katie couldn't imagine her mother or her brothers doing this to her, instead they'd have most likely rallied around her and gone in their hockey gear to each person's house and made them feel the same pain as her. She brushed her hands through her friends hair and then reached out hugging her giving her the comfort she really needed.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through that but hey, I'm here now and until your parents sort themselves out for being so cruel, you are staying with me"
"No Katie, I couldn't, this is your space, and I'd be invading"
"No, this is my decision and its final; you're clearly not safe back at your house and staying with your parents who aren't helping you get past this is dangerous, how are you meant to heal these wounds otherwise? Plus it's a little boring around here by me; I need good, friendly company. I'll ring Marley and ask her to go round to yours and pack your things for you. You need some sleep, guest bedroom is on your left. Go"
"Thanks Katie, goodnight, see you in the morning"
Katie collapsed back onto the sofa tired out as well, she'd also cried a little hearing about Kitty's plight, it did mean one thing, she'd have to now talk about her past and family life to even it all out. Sadly Kitty's story had taken a good hour or so which left her no time to finish writing her e-mails, she'd have to do it when all this drama died down and clearly before Sectionals came around.