"Down a narrow path, with golden stones and a bright sky; A path that not many had taken, and would take; A path that is boring but necessary; A path that is beautiful but unattractive; A path that is needed in order to gain true freedom; A path that'll make Persephone wake up and pay attention-!"
I kept snoring, quietly but noticeable to my other peers in the classroom.
"Persephone!" The teacher called, and my eyes shot open to see my English teacher standing in front of me with a book in her hands.
"Wake the fuck up!" She spat in my face. "Why can't you act like the real Persephone? Kind and graceful, but-."
"But, Persephone was taken to hell unwillingly because of one- sided love. is that what you want for me, Miss Kimberly?"
The teacher looked back at me as she had turned to walk away.
"I'm pretty sure no one would love you anyways, Miss Persephone."
She said my name like it was toxic to her, and she wiggled her head in a taunting matter.
The other students giggled until one spoke up.
"Persephone did love him at first, right? Doesn't that mean that you got your heart broken, and then raped afterwards?"
Miss Kimberly looked to the back of the class, where the popular student had her hand raised, and looking straight at me.
I looked over as well, and tilted my head curiously.
"What does that mean?" I ask.
"That means that you were unloved, and then raped, you piece of shit."
"But in the end, Hades returned her love, correct?"
"That's enough, students. Even I'm confused on where this arguement is going." Miss Kimberly looked down at me again.
"The point is, if you want people to love you, you shouldn't be such a drag."
Miss Kimberly turned around to head back up to the front of the class.
There was a paper ball thrown at me.
"Hey, Christian girl." It read, I looked up to see a boy looking over at me from across the room where I sat by the window, and he nodded at me with a smile.
"Meet me after school in the gym, I need to talk to you about something.*
He left a smiley face at the bottom of the note.
I looked back up at him, his face was full of lies. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds before he turned back to the board to copy notes.
He was my crush, Jasper Fullie.
I had lost all feeling for him two days ago, when he kissed the popular girl behind the school.
Yes, the popular girl that was teasing me earlier in class today. She's and idiot, and that's why our little arguement didn't quite make sense earlier.
Jasper was a drama geek who was dedicated to acting on stage for the rest of his life, if possible, and half of the girls in class had eyes for him.
Only, I was the one with actual feelings.
Everything about him screamed "I'm sinful" but, I knew he wasn't.
Well, I think he isn't. He's just young, and he doesn't know anything about love.
Oh, but I do? No.
Jasper used to date the popular girl, Jesse, until this spring when they broke up because she cheated on him.
I hate cheaters.
But now, he wants to date me? I can hardly believe it, but I know that something is wrong. I can feel it.
The bell rang, and it was time to go home. My mother doesn't like to wait on me.
I scurried out of the classroom.
I shouldn't go to that gym, and I know it. He's heading there, I see him. No, I shouldn't go.
But, I'm going anyways.
"Hey." Was the only word he said when I pushed open the gym door.
"Um, hi." I said.
I silently walked over to the corner of the gym, far from the door, where he stood silently.
Staring at me.
"What do you want?" I ask.
I stood against the wall, leaning while he hadn't spoken a word.
Suddenly, other boys had appeared.
"Look who it is!" One of them exclaimed. "The pretty little quiet girl!"
"Persephone McAllister!" Someone else said.
"It was nice of you to join us here." Jasper said, and when I looked into his eyes, they held none other than lust and danger.
I knew I shouldn't have come here, and now, I going to get molested.
Raped, and no one would be here to help me.
I never wanted to remember that.
Never wanted to remember what jasper and his friends done to me.
I cried for an entire month, thinking that maybe crying would help me. That maybe crying would help me, because my parents could give no less of a damn about me and my problems.
I was forced to go to school the next day as well, and Jasper wouldn't stop staring at me.
Passing my notes, telling me how good and tight I was, until I just broke down in the middle of class.
Even then, the teacher didn't look the slightest bit concerned about me.
No one in the class did.
No one ever cared for me.
Jesus himself had stopped rubbing my head.
He wanted me to remember everything bad thing in my life, and this memory had stuck out and made itself the priority of my mind because that day I realized....
That day I realized that no one gave an everlasting damn about me, and I lost all hope for humanity.
My grades began to drop and my mother hated me even more. She put up an act in front of her friends to make them think I her her little "goddess", but everyone in my family knew that I was worthless, and would never amount to anything.
I kept sobbing as Liam took me into his arms and apologized countless times and told me that it was his fault for not stepping in and helping me out.
But, he couldn't. It was forbidden for the dead to interact with the living, therefore, angels could not interact directly with humans.
It wasn't his fault though.
It was mine, all mine. I should've fought back, but couldn't, and wouldn't because I was too weak.