Therapy [KRISTEN STEWART] (DISCONTINUED)

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mackenziefoy:

So happy to announce that I will be playing Clara in a new movie adaptation of the ballet "The Nutcracker"!

"And that girl has not even auditioned! I can't believe that! It's so messed up!", added her manager.

Kristen's heart sank. She felt like she had been set up. Why would one do that to a young girl, like her? Was this what life was like? Would she have to face more of that as an adult?

Unable to hide her tears, she ran to the safety of her bedroom, where she could barely stand on her feet. She was supporting herself on the wrought iron of her bed, feeling she would fall apart if she didn't do so. The tears of jealousy and favouritism were running down her face freely. She knew no one would come after her. Her brothers were busy and so was her father. Her mother was still discussing manners downstairs. No one would care if she snapped rubber bands against her wrists and made a scratch on her arm. Or if she wrote words she found soothing on her other one.

Kristen had no idea what Mackenzie's side of the story was. She did not know that the younger girl had been forced to be hostile in that situation. That she had actually wanted to defend Kristen. Mackenzie had never been bullied herself, having been homeschooled through her whole life. But that did not mean she didn't hate mistreatment.

"Never defend your rivals!", Mackenzie had been told. And so she had agreed with a mean post, making one of the biggest mistakes in her life.

That night had been difficult for Kristen. She had forced herself to sleep very little so that she could catch up with homework, as usual. But she also wanted to sit down and write. She needed it more than everything. She had caught herself writing about a certain someone with a cherubic face and angelic curls.

What was wrong with her? Was the pressure built over the years finally catching up with her?

But what was wrong with people too? Why were they threatening to beat her up? What had Kristen done wrong? Had she hurt anyone unintentionally?

When she walked into the English classroom on the next day, Kristen saw that most of her classmates were already in their places, discussing loudly the prom that a few weeks away. She tried to find an empty seat. Realization hit her when she noticed that the only unoccupied one was next to Anton. She gulped and slowly slid herself on the seat next to him. He did not even acknowledge her presence. Typical for him. She thought he was an idiot for doing so.

Anton looked at her only once during the class - to ask if she was okay. With all the rumours about her, he had grown concerned. It was true he did not speak much with Kristen anymore, school and his friends were stopping him from doing so. But that did not mean he did not care about her wellbeing.

After class, he tried to catch up with her, but she rushed into the bathrooms instead. He knew what it was about. She was miserable. She was going to let it out in a private place. How private? All the girls would pile up in the bathrooms to gossip. He felt sorry for Kristen. Had he talked to her more, maybe she would have told him how she really felt.

He vowed to change everything.