In front of me sat a large peperoni pizza, that we had ordered. They had already started to eat. Jules gaave me a look. I slowly grabbed a slice and brought it towards my mouth. I took a small bite and swallowed. I felt the grease slide down my throat. I quickly gulped down some water before eating the rest of it. After that one slice I was full.

"I need to go to the restroom." I say. Jules looks at me with wide eyes. "Relax, I need to pee."

She gets up to let me out of the booth. I quickly walk to the bathrooms. Once I was in there, I checked to make sure no one else was in there before walking into one of the stalls. Slowly their voices floated back into my head. All the names and teasing. Humans are vicious creatures. They don't think things through. How with their own words can make someone kill theirselves and how that persons death can affect theirs and other people around them. Soon, they've driven themselves mad.

Tears run down my face as I stare at the toilet bowl. Slowly I get down on my knees and stick a finger in my mouth. Two sides of my brain argue. I know I shouldn't do it but their voices are too loud, I can't think straight.

You fat ugly peice of crap, Ew get away from me you freak, You are just an ugly nobody. Get out of this school. Nobody wants you here, Get out of my way emo freak.

"Kat are you okay in there?" I hear Jules say, I can barely hear her over the whispers.

You worthless piece of-

"Shut up. Shut up!" You dumb ugly freak. "I said shut up!" I yell.

I re-stick my finger in my mouth, I close my eyes shut and quickly remove my finger, as I vomit the contents of my stomach. I sit back and let the tears flow freely. I hear someone come in.

"You did it again, didn't you."

"Jules shut up and leave."

"Kat I-"

"Go!"

I hear footsteps leave the bathroom and I begin sobbing again. I hear more footsteps, heavier ones. I try to quiet my sobs without much luck. The footsteps stop in front of my stall door. There was a soft knock.

"Kat?"

I stopped breathing for a second. "L- Louis?"

"Can I come in?"

I reach up and unlock the stall door. I bring my knees up under my chin and cover my face with my hands. The stall opened and I felt strong arms wrap around me. I quietly sobbed.

"Jules, she told us." He said.

"I know." I say.

"So your stories.."

"When you write a story and then you re-read it, you find little bits and pieces of yourself inside your characters. Your story may not be about you, but yourself still hides within it. All my stories may be sad and depressing and then others may be happy. My characters can be sad or happy. It all depends on my mood. I use writing as a vent. You may not be suicidal but if you write a story about it you can tell you've thought about it. Even if you hide behind a wall, pretending words don't bother you, you'll write a story of how their words had crushed you." I look up at him and find him aready watching me. Looking into his blue eyes I continue, "They're right you know. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can do so much worse. Broken bones will heal. Words smother and crush your soul. They leave scars."

I look back at the ground. I have a small headache from crying. I hear him sigh. I start to chuckle a bit before looking at him again.

"Your in the girls bathroom."

His eyes widen as he looks around. Soon he blushes a deep red. I laugh.

"I'd do anything for you." He says finally.

"Really?" I say as my smile fades.

"Really."