***************Kat's POV******************

I wake up groaning. I look around and grab a bottle of water from my bag. I open it and drink the entire bottle because I'm extremely parched. I feel a little better after I drink the water. At least my mouth doesn't taste like vomit now. I grab my notebook and begin writing.

Pale skin and colored hair
Black, glossy snakebites
Mistaken for evil though she is kind and fair
Her best friend has cyberbites
Black skinny jeans and band shirts
Tattoos on her wrist
She smiles even though inside, she hurts
Her childhood had quite a few twists
Music soothes our weary souls
Our pasts are history
To survive this Hell known as Life is one of our goals
Our futures, a mystery
We are all laughed at and called a freak
We will never give up, we will never break

I smile. I quite like my poem. That hasn't happened in a long time. I sigh and lay back down as I feel sick again. I pass out clutching onto my notebook.

****************Oli's POV*****************

I walk into my daughter's room to check on her. She's passed out on her bed, clutching onto something. It appears to be a notebook. I smile softly as I slide the notebook out of her hand and pull the covers over her. I look at the page and read what she wrote."Hm...interesting." I think to myself. I kiss her forehead and leave the room. I hope she sleeps peacefully.

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