Dark, cold, empty, isolated, sad, alone. The emotions running through her pulsed like drugs in her veins. Callie awoke. Her head feeling heavy, her eyes begging to stay closed. She felt dizzy as she stood up. She turned on her closet light and collapsed to the floor. eyes tearing up in her tired depressed state she continued dragging herself further down emotionally. She put her hands on her dresser and stood herself up. She went to her vanity. Her dark reflection in the paw print stained mirrors. She shook violently as she fell back down. No one could know. She ate her breakfast bar and stood back up crying silently. She put on her mascara and eyeliner. Callie looked at the white popcorn ceiling. "why am I still alive?" she asked herself as she went back to her closet. She put on a black tee-shirt with a red rose in the right corner. She put on a black hat with the same rose in the middle. She put on knee-high socks and a short red skirt.

 She smiled fakely as she grabbed her bag and got on the bus. It was mid-January and the metal sides were cold as she waited for him to get on the bus. He sat next to her his fat self-cornering her into the cold metal wall. She avoided eye contact as he flirted with her along with touching her in places he shouldn't. her mind was screaming at her to do something about it but she couldn't make herself. her body was frozen in fear. Everyone around her saw how this nasty smelling rude fatass was treating her! She wanted to cry, but crying was a weakness and she couldn't show any of that. As they got off the bus she began speed walking to her. He grabbed her by the tail and screamed at her. "you fat bitch! Talk to me! I'm your BOYFRIEND!" she slapped him so hard he staggered backward. she walked into the building. Everyone was staring at her. She stormed off to her locker. She cleaned her right paw claws from the blood from when she slapped him. In a strange way, Callie was proud. She went to the bathroom fixed her eyeliner and went back to her locker to find him looming over it. 

She snarled loudly, he was standing 6'7 towering over her 5'2 self. Her brown neck fur sprung on edge her eyes cold. It was the kind of look that made your blood freeze. He smirked down at her. "awwh, my lil princess is getting tough." he said mockingly. "I'm, not your princess," Callie said her skin under her brown fur was bright red with anger. He laughed loudly, "may I see you for a moment?" he asked coldly tugging on her arm as she was being dragged into a side hallway. The lighting was flickering as he gripped her arm so her her eyes began watering as she whimpered begging him to stop. "Play along, kitten," he said letting her go shoving her on the locker as he walked away. She got up and went back to her locker. She opened it and ran to her next class quickly.