Can I ever forgive you?
Part 2
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My eyes slowly opened, revealing to me a pearl white ceiling. I layed there, in what was a white-sheeted bed, listening to the heart monitor beeping away. My left wrist was bandaged and taken care of. There was a drip in my right arm, which was slowly giving me god-knows-what liquid, as I lay there. So I wasn't dead.
I turned my head slowly to my left, as to give me a look out the window. All I saw was a green field of some sort, with small people walking around on it. I'm defiantly not dead.
I heard the door to my sterile room being pushed open. I decided not to bother taking notice and just ignore the person that saved me for another day of hell.
"Oh, child, I see that you're awake."
I rolled my eyes somewhat groggily, at the over enthusiastic nurse. While I continued to look out the window. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and she probably would just end up peeving me off if I communicate with her.
"Well my dear, I can understand why you don't want to talk. When my cousin got tonsillitis, he was practically writing his words down...."
I moaned. Great, I get stuck with the over enthusiastic, none-stop, talker of a nurse! I shifted a little as she ripped the doona off the bed, so she could change it's cover and in the mean time, still tell me about her frickin' cousin with tonsillitis.
"......anyway my cousin was only 15 when he was diagnosed, what a old age for it don't you think? But he was a bit on the slow side...."
I cannot take anymore of this.
"Will you please just shut up!" I practically snapped.
She stopped dead in her tracks, holding the cup of pills I was supposed to take.
"So you can talk," she smiled, handing me the pills and a cup of water.
Noooooo!!! She smiled, is there no defeating this so damn happy lady. I took the pills from her and quickly gulped them down.
"Now rest dear. Your grandparents will be picking you up tonight."
Oh yes, my grandparents, Mr. Barstard and Mrs. Bitch. I was told that 98% of grandparents were old, wrinkled covered people, who showered their younger relatives with gifts.
Well just my luck, I was stuck with the other 2%. The hate, all moving things, with two legs and despise any one called Katie Jefferson. They're a duo of mass destruction, if you get in their way that is. They personally could wipe out a whole country if they wanted to.
I just watched as the nurse shuffled out of my room, flashing me a warm smile before closing the door softly.
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(Later that day.......round 6pm)
The front door to the house was opened and my Grandmother guided me through.
"It was lucky I went in to check if you had done your laundry. Otherwise the cleaning bill for you carpet would have been so much more."
See! She doesn't care about me. To her it's all about money. Not like she hasn't got any to spend. My Grandad is the head of D.F.I. I'm not too sure what it is, as he never answers my questions. But I do know that he is the second richest man in state. Of cause grandma just married him for his money, but their both so retarded that they suit each other.
"You inherited this act of filthiness from your mother. She was a hoe. She did no good to my son. Getting pregnant to make him marry her. She was street trash and you're turning out to be just like her, worthless wench. You cost us heaps and what do we get?......"
I ignored her. I was bombarded with these remarks all the time. I was use to them, even though they still made my blood boil.
My Mum was a high-class lady. She married Dad in love, nothing more and nothing less. It was just her luck that she got pregnant with me before they got married. They always kept telling me, I was the best buddle of joy they ever had.
But Dad's parents never saw it that way. They despised my Mum when she first hooked up with Dad. My Mum was an only child with two deceased parents. She had made a name for herself, a well payed business lady.
That's what Dad's parents couldn't stand. That she could support herself, with out the help of their son. Then when I came along, it just got worse.
They wouldn't talk to her and excluded us. They would invite Dad to dinner and when he brought us they would sneer and say what we were doing there.
"Child, go to bed, we'll discuss your affairs later!" Grandad's hard voice commanded. "Yes Granda......Yes sir."
Grandad gave me a sharp look when I was about to say Grandad. They disliked the word, as it made them sound old. But they were old!!
It was hopeless. I had only been with them for four months and they had already begun to brake me into their chain. Grandma wanted me to be a well- mannered ballerina. But when I kicked up a storm she gave in and started to believe I was crap, dirt under her shoe.
I shuffled quietly up the large, black, marble stairs, which lead to MY section of the house. Which happened to be on the 3rd floor at the very, very back.
It's ok, I guess. At least I got to decorate my own room. It's pretty small, really small compared to the other rooms, but I don't mind.
My double bed is pushed up against the wall in one corner, the four poster bed supporting a royal blue canopy. The walls are a crimson colour and the carpet is white.
Ok, white, I know what your thinking. But that was the only thing I didn't get to choose. Grandma has all her carpets white. She's a clean freak. So I wonder why in the world, she chose white?!?
My desk is against the other wall, with a modern computer on it. Next to that is a door that leads off to a small, but versatile bathroom and further along the wall is my wardrobe. That contains many things, skirts, gowns and shirts. But none of the clothes I originally brought here. They were thrown out and replaced with Gran's taste in clothing. Which I have to say is O-L-D!
So that's what is in my room. I sighed. Heading over to my desk. The smell of bleach hit me as I walked over there. I looked down and saw a wet patch. Didn't take them long to clean it up.
I stared at the desk, my mobile sitting peacefully on it. It would be vibrating to life, if May was talking. Sending me a text message every 3 minutes, asking what I was doing and every time I usually replied with homework.
I looked down at my bandaged wrist. I stared at it. Remembering how good it had felt, all the happy memories that had flooded back. I then realised, my escape was pain! If I need pain to be happy, to escape, then so be it.
I walked over to my bed. Took the nightclothes from under the pillow and got changed. I quickly slide into bed. I wasn't going to go down to dinner.
I was going to sleep, try to escape from the world and if that didn't work, then I knew what I could do. But not long after, my eyes drooped down and I fell into a dead nightmare.
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(Next morning)
My trainers scraped the sidewalk, as my tummy rumbling. I hadn't eaten breakfast, because I had run out the door, as soon as I was ready. But I don't think I'll eat anyway.
I was wearing my suck-arse uniform, which consisted of a navy blue skirt, white shirt and navy blue tie. 'St Michael's Catholic College,' written in navy blue on the shirts sleeve. I wore the approved white and navy blue runners, with the white ankle socks. My light blue 'Rosy,' bag was slung over one shoulder as I walked cross-armed.
I turned the corner and was faced with my high school. A large, black Iron Gate surrounded the cathedral style, old looking, snobby school. I walked through the front gate, followed the path that was beside the grass area's that had, 'STAY OFF GRASS,' written in red letters on large signs.
I pushed through the many students, before reaching my room. This school is so stinking rich that they have a room that's allocated to you, were it holds six other people's stuff. You don't get a locker you get a nice wooden cupboard, with a key entry.
I opened the door and walked in. Staring at my feet, as to try to avoid the people in there, but of cause they was no way in avoiding this clan.
"Kitten....OH MY GOD!!! What happened to your wrist?!?!?"
My pink haired friend shrieked. Mariah Ocelot, daughter of Mr. Ocelot who owns the entire line of tyre stores in town. She's a quite skinny girl, with lovely bronze cat-like orbs, for eyes. She has dyed pink hair, which flows half way down her back. She's nice, but she is quite a snob, if I say so myself.
She doesn't like getting her hands dirty and loves accessories. Oh talking of accessories, she's going out with one of the hottest dudes in school.
Ray Kon, who if you see Mariah is always by her side. They make a cute couple.
Speak of the devil there he is, leaning against Mariah's cupboard looking at me.
He has beautiful raven black hair, which is wrapped in a long ponytail that runs down his back. He's quite skinny, but is well toned and a little muscular.
He is the schools fastest runner and has many metals to prove it. His Dad is the world champion cross-country runner, so no wonder Ray's fast.
But his best feature is his golden eyes, which are also cat-like, but hold more depth and wisdom.
"Well answer me!" Mariah raised her voice, stamping her foot impatiently on the ground.
"I don't want to talk about It." was my only reply.
"KITTEN!!!!! Tell me!" she wined.
"Mariah leave her alone, can't you see she doesn't want to talk."
I'm so happy for Robert. He's the only really sensible, not too snobbish, person in the school. He is quite tall, taller then me.
His hair was black, until he dyed it purple. But his hair does go well with his one of kind crimson, brown eyes. He is quite well built and is one of the best debaters in the school, which goes to say that his Dad is town governor. We all respect him.
I smiled a little thank-you smile before turning to my cupboard.
My heart sank as I noticed May's cupboard was still untouched. Her books were neatly stacked on the selves behind the glass doors.
"She is not here again," Roberts comforting voice told me.
I ignored him and packed my bag. Not taking notice that the sixth member of this room wasn't there. I didn't care anyway.
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(Lunch Time)
Today was just getting worse. Everyone was talking to me at once and I didn't feel like talking. Bryan was avoiding me, sending me death glares when he caught me looking his way. Tala was trying to say sorry, I was losing my patients with him. Couldn't he just leave me alone!
May didn't come to school again and the teachers were starting to pick on me. I know I'm not an angel. But who is?
I needed to escape. I need to escape soon. Ideas ran through my head. Ways to inflict pain, ways of self-harm. Then an idea came in mind. Yes that will do. I smiled. My escape!
I walked over to the figure that was going to help me. I looped an arm around his neck and brought myself around to his front, so I could look him in the eyes. A smirk appeared on his lips.
"Hey babe. What do you want?"
"Many things Johnny, many things."
Johnny is at least a head taller then I. He is one of the schools top 8 hottest guys.
Johnny is the splitting image of his Dad. Same red hair and crystal blue eyes. Reminds me of Tala, apart from that Johnny is less muscular, but more toned. He's got a cocky personality and is one of the most obvious players in the school, just what I need.
"So what do you really want? As you took the time out of your day, to come all the way over to poor little me." He smiled. Wrapping an arm around my waist pulling me in.
I smiled back. Fiddling with a piece of short red hair at the back of his head. One that had happened to come undone from his set of gel spikes. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at me curiously.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight, that's if you're not busy."
Johnny just stared down at me, probably just shocked. Well that's what you could expect from him, for he has tried to get me, to go out with him, for years. I'm the only girl that hasn't been in his collection. He suddenly smirked and leaned down locking his lips with mine.
"I would love to." He said, as he pulling back.
I grinned. Yes, tonight I can escape. I removed my hands from around him neck and turned, swaying my hips as I left. Pathetic I know but I wanted him to want me more.
"Pick me up at 7." I yelled over my shoulder, winking before turning the corner.
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Ok this is the second chapter. If ya found Kitten a little slutty just then, well I agree with you.....But she's starting to abuse herself; she's starting to think it's the only escape. Just warning you there is going to be a little....*cough*.....stuff in the next chapter with her and Johnny.....well R&R......need 8 reviews total before I can update : P so please tell me what you think........
Part 2
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My eyes slowly opened, revealing to me a pearl white ceiling. I layed there, in what was a white-sheeted bed, listening to the heart monitor beeping away. My left wrist was bandaged and taken care of. There was a drip in my right arm, which was slowly giving me god-knows-what liquid, as I lay there. So I wasn't dead.
I turned my head slowly to my left, as to give me a look out the window. All I saw was a green field of some sort, with small people walking around on it. I'm defiantly not dead.
I heard the door to my sterile room being pushed open. I decided not to bother taking notice and just ignore the person that saved me for another day of hell.
"Oh, child, I see that you're awake."
I rolled my eyes somewhat groggily, at the over enthusiastic nurse. While I continued to look out the window. I didn't feel like talking to anyone and she probably would just end up peeving me off if I communicate with her.
"Well my dear, I can understand why you don't want to talk. When my cousin got tonsillitis, he was practically writing his words down...."
I moaned. Great, I get stuck with the over enthusiastic, none-stop, talker of a nurse! I shifted a little as she ripped the doona off the bed, so she could change it's cover and in the mean time, still tell me about her frickin' cousin with tonsillitis.
"......anyway my cousin was only 15 when he was diagnosed, what a old age for it don't you think? But he was a bit on the slow side...."
I cannot take anymore of this.
"Will you please just shut up!" I practically snapped.
She stopped dead in her tracks, holding the cup of pills I was supposed to take.
"So you can talk," she smiled, handing me the pills and a cup of water.
Noooooo!!! She smiled, is there no defeating this so damn happy lady. I took the pills from her and quickly gulped them down.
"Now rest dear. Your grandparents will be picking you up tonight."
Oh yes, my grandparents, Mr. Barstard and Mrs. Bitch. I was told that 98% of grandparents were old, wrinkled covered people, who showered their younger relatives with gifts.
Well just my luck, I was stuck with the other 2%. The hate, all moving things, with two legs and despise any one called Katie Jefferson. They're a duo of mass destruction, if you get in their way that is. They personally could wipe out a whole country if they wanted to.
I just watched as the nurse shuffled out of my room, flashing me a warm smile before closing the door softly.
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(Later that day.......round 6pm)
The front door to the house was opened and my Grandmother guided me through.
"It was lucky I went in to check if you had done your laundry. Otherwise the cleaning bill for you carpet would have been so much more."
See! She doesn't care about me. To her it's all about money. Not like she hasn't got any to spend. My Grandad is the head of D.F.I. I'm not too sure what it is, as he never answers my questions. But I do know that he is the second richest man in state. Of cause grandma just married him for his money, but their both so retarded that they suit each other.
"You inherited this act of filthiness from your mother. She was a hoe. She did no good to my son. Getting pregnant to make him marry her. She was street trash and you're turning out to be just like her, worthless wench. You cost us heaps and what do we get?......"
I ignored her. I was bombarded with these remarks all the time. I was use to them, even though they still made my blood boil.
My Mum was a high-class lady. She married Dad in love, nothing more and nothing less. It was just her luck that she got pregnant with me before they got married. They always kept telling me, I was the best buddle of joy they ever had.
But Dad's parents never saw it that way. They despised my Mum when she first hooked up with Dad. My Mum was an only child with two deceased parents. She had made a name for herself, a well payed business lady.
That's what Dad's parents couldn't stand. That she could support herself, with out the help of their son. Then when I came along, it just got worse.
They wouldn't talk to her and excluded us. They would invite Dad to dinner and when he brought us they would sneer and say what we were doing there.
"Child, go to bed, we'll discuss your affairs later!" Grandad's hard voice commanded. "Yes Granda......Yes sir."
Grandad gave me a sharp look when I was about to say Grandad. They disliked the word, as it made them sound old. But they were old!!
It was hopeless. I had only been with them for four months and they had already begun to brake me into their chain. Grandma wanted me to be a well- mannered ballerina. But when I kicked up a storm she gave in and started to believe I was crap, dirt under her shoe.
I shuffled quietly up the large, black, marble stairs, which lead to MY section of the house. Which happened to be on the 3rd floor at the very, very back.
It's ok, I guess. At least I got to decorate my own room. It's pretty small, really small compared to the other rooms, but I don't mind.
My double bed is pushed up against the wall in one corner, the four poster bed supporting a royal blue canopy. The walls are a crimson colour and the carpet is white.
Ok, white, I know what your thinking. But that was the only thing I didn't get to choose. Grandma has all her carpets white. She's a clean freak. So I wonder why in the world, she chose white?!?
My desk is against the other wall, with a modern computer on it. Next to that is a door that leads off to a small, but versatile bathroom and further along the wall is my wardrobe. That contains many things, skirts, gowns and shirts. But none of the clothes I originally brought here. They were thrown out and replaced with Gran's taste in clothing. Which I have to say is O-L-D!
So that's what is in my room. I sighed. Heading over to my desk. The smell of bleach hit me as I walked over there. I looked down and saw a wet patch. Didn't take them long to clean it up.
I stared at the desk, my mobile sitting peacefully on it. It would be vibrating to life, if May was talking. Sending me a text message every 3 minutes, asking what I was doing and every time I usually replied with homework.
I looked down at my bandaged wrist. I stared at it. Remembering how good it had felt, all the happy memories that had flooded back. I then realised, my escape was pain! If I need pain to be happy, to escape, then so be it.
I walked over to my bed. Took the nightclothes from under the pillow and got changed. I quickly slide into bed. I wasn't going to go down to dinner.
I was going to sleep, try to escape from the world and if that didn't work, then I knew what I could do. But not long after, my eyes drooped down and I fell into a dead nightmare.
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(Next morning)
My trainers scraped the sidewalk, as my tummy rumbling. I hadn't eaten breakfast, because I had run out the door, as soon as I was ready. But I don't think I'll eat anyway.
I was wearing my suck-arse uniform, which consisted of a navy blue skirt, white shirt and navy blue tie. 'St Michael's Catholic College,' written in navy blue on the shirts sleeve. I wore the approved white and navy blue runners, with the white ankle socks. My light blue 'Rosy,' bag was slung over one shoulder as I walked cross-armed.
I turned the corner and was faced with my high school. A large, black Iron Gate surrounded the cathedral style, old looking, snobby school. I walked through the front gate, followed the path that was beside the grass area's that had, 'STAY OFF GRASS,' written in red letters on large signs.
I pushed through the many students, before reaching my room. This school is so stinking rich that they have a room that's allocated to you, were it holds six other people's stuff. You don't get a locker you get a nice wooden cupboard, with a key entry.
I opened the door and walked in. Staring at my feet, as to try to avoid the people in there, but of cause they was no way in avoiding this clan.
"Kitten....OH MY GOD!!! What happened to your wrist?!?!?"
My pink haired friend shrieked. Mariah Ocelot, daughter of Mr. Ocelot who owns the entire line of tyre stores in town. She's a quite skinny girl, with lovely bronze cat-like orbs, for eyes. She has dyed pink hair, which flows half way down her back. She's nice, but she is quite a snob, if I say so myself.
She doesn't like getting her hands dirty and loves accessories. Oh talking of accessories, she's going out with one of the hottest dudes in school.
Ray Kon, who if you see Mariah is always by her side. They make a cute couple.
Speak of the devil there he is, leaning against Mariah's cupboard looking at me.
He has beautiful raven black hair, which is wrapped in a long ponytail that runs down his back. He's quite skinny, but is well toned and a little muscular.
He is the schools fastest runner and has many metals to prove it. His Dad is the world champion cross-country runner, so no wonder Ray's fast.
But his best feature is his golden eyes, which are also cat-like, but hold more depth and wisdom.
"Well answer me!" Mariah raised her voice, stamping her foot impatiently on the ground.
"I don't want to talk about It." was my only reply.
"KITTEN!!!!! Tell me!" she wined.
"Mariah leave her alone, can't you see she doesn't want to talk."
I'm so happy for Robert. He's the only really sensible, not too snobbish, person in the school. He is quite tall, taller then me.
His hair was black, until he dyed it purple. But his hair does go well with his one of kind crimson, brown eyes. He is quite well built and is one of the best debaters in the school, which goes to say that his Dad is town governor. We all respect him.
I smiled a little thank-you smile before turning to my cupboard.
My heart sank as I noticed May's cupboard was still untouched. Her books were neatly stacked on the selves behind the glass doors.
"She is not here again," Roberts comforting voice told me.
I ignored him and packed my bag. Not taking notice that the sixth member of this room wasn't there. I didn't care anyway.
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(Lunch Time)
Today was just getting worse. Everyone was talking to me at once and I didn't feel like talking. Bryan was avoiding me, sending me death glares when he caught me looking his way. Tala was trying to say sorry, I was losing my patients with him. Couldn't he just leave me alone!
May didn't come to school again and the teachers were starting to pick on me. I know I'm not an angel. But who is?
I needed to escape. I need to escape soon. Ideas ran through my head. Ways to inflict pain, ways of self-harm. Then an idea came in mind. Yes that will do. I smiled. My escape!
I walked over to the figure that was going to help me. I looped an arm around his neck and brought myself around to his front, so I could look him in the eyes. A smirk appeared on his lips.
"Hey babe. What do you want?"
"Many things Johnny, many things."
Johnny is at least a head taller then I. He is one of the schools top 8 hottest guys.
Johnny is the splitting image of his Dad. Same red hair and crystal blue eyes. Reminds me of Tala, apart from that Johnny is less muscular, but more toned. He's got a cocky personality and is one of the most obvious players in the school, just what I need.
"So what do you really want? As you took the time out of your day, to come all the way over to poor little me." He smiled. Wrapping an arm around my waist pulling me in.
I smiled back. Fiddling with a piece of short red hair at the back of his head. One that had happened to come undone from his set of gel spikes. He raised an eyebrow and looked down at me curiously.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight, that's if you're not busy."
Johnny just stared down at me, probably just shocked. Well that's what you could expect from him, for he has tried to get me, to go out with him, for years. I'm the only girl that hasn't been in his collection. He suddenly smirked and leaned down locking his lips with mine.
"I would love to." He said, as he pulling back.
I grinned. Yes, tonight I can escape. I removed my hands from around him neck and turned, swaying my hips as I left. Pathetic I know but I wanted him to want me more.
"Pick me up at 7." I yelled over my shoulder, winking before turning the corner.
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Ok this is the second chapter. If ya found Kitten a little slutty just then, well I agree with you.....But she's starting to abuse herself; she's starting to think it's the only escape. Just warning you there is going to be a little....*cough*.....stuff in the next chapter with her and Johnny.....well R&R......need 8 reviews total before I can update : P so please tell me what you think........