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?


4. Willow's Story Part 4

Taila held the paper in her hand. The entire classroom looked at her like lost puppies, seriously she has almost everyone in this school wrapped around her finger. She took a deep breath and started,


"the rain fell against my cheeks allowing my tears to do the same. In front of me was the lifeless body of my mother. The bullet wound pressed the redness out as I watched the crimson fluid wash away with the rain. 

Lights where flashing and sirens blaring but it all sounded distant to me. All I could do was focus on her, the woman who had raised me, loved me. Now she was the woman who left me alone in this world.

I have no one. It is all my fault! If only I hadn't wanted to go shopping she wouldn't have tried to protect me from the bullet. The sound of the guns loud shout still echoing in my ears. I felt arms wrap around me pulling me away from my mother.

They wanted to take her away from me! I cried out loud or attempted to. No sound past my lips, instead I fell to my knees with silent sobs. I know though, I knew the moment she fell to the ground. I am alone. I am destined to be alone.

The world I once knew lost its colours as they covered her lifeless body. Everything became like a old movie. Time slowed down and everyone was moving in slow motion. Like a silent film no sounds filled this hollow world, only the cry of the gun in my head.

Everything was grey, it was as if all colours the world had been drained. The last thing I saw was a beautiful woman dressed in white, her familiar smile faded with the world and I fell into the dark with one word passing my lips". 

Taila took a deep breathe and she looked around the class whispering the final word, "Alone". 

The class gave a small applause which made me suddenly burst into laughter. Wow she has them well trained! That's when someone coughed making me fall silent again. Oh boy. I looked up to see Taila glaring at me.

Before she could say anything the teacher called another name making Taila sit down again. I looked around and saw some jock walking over to the front but  that isn't what caught my eye. Walking towards me I saw Mathew.

He sat down in the chair beside me as the rest of the class started listening to the jock. I looked at him through the hood. I could see worry in his eyes mixed with some other emotion I didn't notice.

 "Willow, I have to tell you something", he started. Before he could tell me what it was the bell went off. 

Not wanting to spend more time in the class I grabbed my bag and ran out. Time for drama, fun. Not that I ever paid attention in that class anyways, not like I am paying attention at most things anymore. All I can think about is the things from that night.... 

OW!!! I fell to the ground, dizziness greeting me as I landed on my butt. Stupid wall. I tried to focus but everything kept swaying until I plunged into the darkness.


La la lalalala, Na na nanana,


Blood and tears fall from here,


Dancing stars high above,


The singing blade falls today,


Down with rain goes the paint,


Pain fading with the drops,


Your tears fall with the blood,


 La la lalalala, Na na nanana.


Damn voices! They hadn't said anything for a while but  they seemed to be full of life. I could hear them taunting me with their harsh laughter. I never told anyone about the voices, I would be called crazy. Well I know I am crazy but so are smurfs! I tried to push them away but images started to fill my head.



Blood everywhere, a woman with long red hair was smiling coldly at someone's body. The person was curled up crying, the woman raised the person by their hair and behold... it was me when I was younger.


The woman threw young me across the room causing a scream. My body laid on the floor, the life slowly fading away from me. Then it all went dark again. 

Crying, I could hear crying. I saw the young me now a little older, I was sitting on a broken bed with tears strolling down my cheeks.  The woman from before walked out of the room leaving me in agony. I watched as the younger me picked up a piece of smashed glass. The first time I had ripped my skin and watched the blood swirl out with my tears.

The heaviness in my heart seemed to lift away as a sharp pain rippled through my veins. I had found my release from the pain that I had locked away inside myself. It felt different back then to the others, like something within me had finally be awoke. It had been from that moment that my skin would cover in more scars, that I would run from the bitter life for a while and be welcomed by the closest friend I would ever have.

The blade.

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