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?


1. Willow's Story Part 1

My life was a personal slice of hell, I was never the kind of girl that would just "fit in" with the crowds. Of course this always just gave me my own personal brand as the school outcast. Grown up all I can remember is the constant abuse and neglect so when I joined high school my life became worse with the welcoming arms of bullies. Stupid thing was that I fell in love with one of them, the queen of the school to be exact. I'm Willow and of course in this story love isn't a prize or gift, it is a love that can never be. I seek my freedom and in the end I am granted it but at what costs?




I fell to the ground as a force pressed against me. My head banging against the lockers giving me a spike of pain.


"Freak!", an annoying voice shrieked. Taila, Miss Perfection.


I looked up to see her smiling her usual smile.  Biting my lip to hold the venom that was ready to spill from my tongue, I glared silently up at her. This was typical of her; she thinks she is such an amazing person because she pushes me around. But like always her happiness fell when she once more saw no results from me.


My face remained expressionless even though my head was screaming every word under the sun at her. Standing up, I wiped my dark clothes down and walked to the bathroom. Laughter pilling up from behind me. The usual names being called from a few people here and there.












I shook them away as if it was nothing. They were nothing to me, not anymore. Once upon a time those words where daggers to my heart. But once upon a time I was actually alive inside, now I am bitter.

Reaching my destination of the girls bathroom, I set my bag down. Looking into one of the mirrors I met the gaze of a stranger. I didn't know her, maybe once but not anymore. She was gone, dead, nothing but a memory.

Her dyed red hair fell in messy waves, her eyes covered by a mass of hair. But through the hair gazed vibrant green eyes. Of course if anyone looked into them it was easy to tell she had seen too much, been through too much. Her skin was pale, almost like she had been drained of the blood.

Feeling the frustration simmer to the top of my throat, I let out a groan and punched the mirror. It resulted with a loud smashing sound. Blood spilled from my fist, most in this case would be crying in pain or something. Not me, I easily rinsed away the blood whilst pulling a glass shard out of my hand.

Once I was cleaned up I rolled up my sleeves. Scars old and new revealed themselves. The ones I had inflicted on myself this morning still glistened from a little bit of blood. The bell blasted in my ears causing me to roll the sleeves back down. Time for class, whoopee.


As I sat down in the back of the classroom the teacher walked in. I have always and will always hate  Drama. She started blabbing on about some show and auditions which was my queue. Pulling out my phone I plugged my earphones in and started listening to some Within Temptation.

My happiness was destroyed when the earphones were rudely pulled out of my ears. I stared up at the criminal to find they were, Mrs Davis the drama teacher.

"Miss Fletcher! You know it is against school rules to be listening to music during class time", she stated as if I hadn't heard it before.

Sighing I sat up grabbing my bag knowing what was next. "Go to the principal’s office now", the whining teacher screamed in my ear as I mouthed the words.

Honestly the head and me are basically on a first name basis now. Even he understands that no matter how many times I am sent there nothing will change. I am stubborn and damn well don't let people tell me what to do. Not since her, not since the day I was free from that demon.


"Here again, Willow?", Mr Yates the principle asked. His voice slightly amused. He was one of the few people I would actually talk to. I know, I know. Why won't I talk? Ah you will find out as you go along.

I nodded to him seeing that a few people were outside the office obviously waiting on him. My eyes darted over them quickly whilst Mr Yates talked to the receptionist... well more like flirted. They are husband and wife but still act like two teenagers in young love.

One of the people waiting was Taila, probably going to complain about her crap grades. Next to her was a guy I recognised as Frazer, he was one of the 'popular', but unlike most of that group he was rather nice to everyone.

Beside Frazer was one of Taila's cronies. She was a complete slut down to the dumbness of society. I have seen it with my own eyes, she makes out with one guy then sleeps with another in the bathrooms.

"Willow, come in", Mr Yates told me finally after twenty minutes of horrible flirting.

Nodding I walked into the office and took my seat. Yes my seat! I am here every day I am at school so I have claimed it as my seat. Mr Yates sat down on his evil mastermind chair, all he needs is a cat... one day  I will l get him a cat! He shall be named Hamish. Yes, a ginger cat called Hamish. Perfect for Mason Yates, the evil detention man!

I pulled myself out of my mental ramble to see Mr Yates looking at me. I gave him the 'whatcha looking at' glare. Wait did I say that out loud? Oh lord not again!

"Umm all righty then. So what can I do for you today Willow?", He asked his eyes filled with laughter. For a old man he was pretty awesome if you ask me. But not even him can make the pain go away. No one can.


"Oh just the usual, listening to music and not giving two flying peaches on what the teacher is saying", I said honestly.

Mr Yates just sighed and shook his head. He pulled out the normal pink slip I have so nicely named  Mr Pinkie and filled in my name. SEE! EVIL DETENTION MAN!!

I took the slip and waved crazily before exiting the office. I had already missed most of fifth period so I walked off to English for my last class. The classroom was empty so I sat down and read over the slip. How many days of detention this time?

Dun dun duuuuuuun! Four days. Oh well it's not like I have anything else to do. Ever since Amber my best buddy moved town  I have been alone. Just then the class bell went and people started coming into the classroom followed by the teacher Miss Charlie.


Miss Charlie started the lesson with a new assignment. We were to write a story where ourselves are the main character. We were to put ourselves into a real life type of situation to give the story a more plot line. This is going to be fun....


So much bloody fun.

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