Willow has experienced neglect and abuse all her life, she resorted to self-harm as a release and suicide as a way out from the horror that she lived. Willow has a complicated story where she loved her bully, Taila, she also made friends but at the last moments of her life.

Taila has a slightly different story, she was the bully to Willow but she had a secret as well. In her personal life, outside school she lived with her adopted mother and brother- who was released from prison-, he constantly rapes Taila. She finds that she needs to be better than others at school so no one will see how weak she is. The strange matter was she loved Willow, so in the end she tries to help but it is too late.

Liam is one of Willow's closest friends, at his old school he was bullied for being gay and his boyfriend killed himself, after recovering he moved school and met his new group whom befriended Willow soon after. But did Liam truly get over the pain or did he just hide it away?


24. Liam's Story Part 6

It had been a week since the kiss, I tried to talk to Seth but he became distant with me and even flirted with random guys. I was hurt but I guess it was better to have him as a friend than not at all. We were all talking about the test we had later that day when we heard it happen, the event that would lead to the change of our lives. Willow.


A fimiliar shy girl with red hair walked into the school, the sound of a clang against a locker had turned many heads. The girl looked up to be met by the cold gaze of Taila. Then the fierce sound of a slap to the face silenced the hall. One of Taila's bitches had slapped Willow across the cheek before chasing after her mistress like a dog would it's master.

I looked over at her face yet she didn't seem to flinch away or anything. Her eyes were well covered from her hood and fringe and her lips formed in a grim line. I could see the tense in her shoulders as she walked our way. People shouted names towards her and would nudge her at times. They had found their new target.


In Art I sat with Blake and Lloyd, we had our own table at the back of the class. Ocasionally Mathew- a popular and one of Blakes friends would sit with us. He was okay for a douche, but most times it was just the three of us so there was a spare seat next to Lloyd.

"Did you see the new girl? She is pretty hot", I heard from the table across from ours. Looking over I saw Mathew talking to his friends.

"Yeah but Taila is hotter man!", a mummer of agreements were followed by what we all knew. "Besides I think Taila has found a new toy". You could hear the cold laughter in their voices, they were just like other populars, jerks.


Five minutes into the class there was a knock on the door, and when the teacher told them to come in, she did. Willow walked in, her cheek seemed swollen from the slap but all signs of pain were gone, if she had felt any that is.


"Can I help you miss?", Willow lifted her hands then started to move then about making signs. She couldn't talk it would seem. The teacher seemed to understand and pointed to the spare seat at our table.

I watched with almost everyone else as she carefully walked over to the desk and sit down next to Lloyd. Blake looked at her for a second and gave her one of his rare smiles, she didn't seem to notice.

The teacher told us to draw what we felt in our hearts then walked away to go have coffee in the staff room, she wasn't exactly the best teacher. Looking at Willow she seemed a little sad, I caught a glimpse of her bright green eyes and I swear I saw a tear threaten to fall.


With earphones in and her music playing she got to work at drawing as did the rest of the class. I could slightly hear the lyrics playing in the background admist the talking from the others in the class. To my surpise she was listening to Psyclon Nine, but then again she did look like the metal sort.

Focusing on my own drawing I didn't know I had actually started, there was a empty bottle of vodka in it, inside the bottle I had started to draw a butterfly whilst on the outside a full on butterfly was waiting. Sighing I finished the sketch and went onto the colours.


On the butterfly that floated outside the bottle I clashed it with vibrant greens, blues and red whilst the one inside the bottle I made the butterfly a dark grey with faint lines of red. Looking over too Lloyds I saw a guitar that had the music notes flowing out of it in bright colours, it looked really good. When I caught a glimpse of what Blake was doing I was shocked, he was  drawing a sad looking girl that had her hand against the window and her eyes filled with tears. In the background there was a shadowed figure of a guy that he was working on. 


"Okay class it is time for me to see your work for the day then present the best five!", the teacher squealed as she walked into the class. She came around every table and grabbed our drawings from us. 

"Okay in fifth place Lloyd, well done dear", the class gave a small clap.

"Fourth place, Mathew", Mathews group let out a loud cheer and patted him on the back.

"Third place Liam", I blushed when she held up my drawing. "Aww look! The fag drew a gay drawing to match his disease", one of the jerks laughed causing most of the class to giggle. I clenched my fists and slammed them on the table. "SHUT UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT! SO WHAT IF I AM GAY, AT LEAST I KNOW WHO I AM", that made them go quiet. Willow had seemed to flinch at my raised voice causing me and the guys to look at her.

"Settle down class, in second place Blake", the class cheered. Blake was popular in a different way, he knew a few people from every group. "And my lovlies, in first place is our new friend Willow!". The drawing was beautiful to say the least.


It was a black bird flying with its wings grasped around something, in the wings you could see the distinct shapes of hands which brought the attention of the few red thin lines on them. The birds eye was a tear that was detailed with a light purple, the object it was holding started to look like something but she had obviously didn't finish that part. Just then the bell rang and before I could say how good she was Willow was up and out the class.





"Hey sweetie how was school today?", my mother asked the minute I was in the door.


"Boring as usual", I said and looked up at my mum to see a purple bruise forming around her eye. She lifted her hand up and covered it with a nervous look on her face. That bastard has hurt my innocent mother!


"Where is he!"

"Sweetie it was an accident calm down".

"I'll kill him! Where is the sick fucking bastard?"


Sadness filled her eyes, she knew she wouldn't be able to hide it from me. He had never laid a finger on her before, and he wouldn't ever again once I was done with him. I ran up the stairs and broke into my parents bedroom to find my father on top of some brown haired woman.


"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you", I screamed and lunged myself at him. In the distance I could hear my mother screaming, I could hear the woman screaming, my father grunting but I lost it. Hatred filled me as well as anger.


I was angry at him for hurting my mum, angry at him cheating on her, angry at him killing Mickie, angry at him being a low life scum... angry at him being alive...I punced his stomach, kicked his ribs until they cracked then I grabbed my mother and dragged her to the police station. He was going to pay. 

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