Persephone </3
Perephone stood there, dressed in grey sweats and a tank top covered by a grey zip-up hoodie that fell off one of her shoulders. She reaked. Her sleeves were coated with vomit accumulated from the past four weeks. The girl hadn’t showered in days, and anyone who laid eyes on her would be able to tell. Her ponytail was all f^cked up, baby hairs flying up on top, the hair tie sagging behind her neck, it’s grip loose. Yet, there she was, opening the doors to Cerulean High’s prom, deciding to run up to the stage, ripping through the crowd mercilessly. She didn’t care about anything. Any of this. Napoleon already hated her, Hera did nothing to demonstrate that they did but there was no way they didn’t when Persephone kept showing up unexpected, demanding care. So she just ran, sweats rippling back in her wind until she climbed up there, not bothering to process how many eyes were on her.
“Hi guys!! Most of you prolly don’t know me since I only transferred here a few months ago n I been keeping myself relatively onna DL but my name is persephone and I’m here to tell y’all what’s going on wit my life right now!! Notta be selfish or anything, more so to expose one dear, sweet Napoleon Park.” She transitioned back into her pretty, sensitive girl voice that she used to make him fall in love with her… or so she thought. “He’s my what- ex… fling? aborted fetus daddy?” Persephone searched through the crowd to see Leon’s reaction to that next statement. “'s right, I got rid of that sh!t!! I’m prolly too mentally unstable to look out for it anyway ahaha. One thing, though, abortions are very expensive, so I jus hired some of my thug friends to kick me in the guts multiple times.”
“Okay! okay! I was kidding. Damn, tough crowd.” Persephone admitted, after seeing a few concerned faces, smiling when she saw the horrified look on Leon and Young-Mi’s faces. Young-Mi, she didn’t really want to hurt. She just wanted to push her to a breaking point, setting her free in P’s own twisted, wild way. Persie was never the type to explain herself calmly, she either sent people very passive aggressive hints, or exploded in their faces. Young-Mi surely deserved much better than that, but Pers couldn’t give it to her, and neither could that piece-of-sh^t dirtbag. “I don’t really know what to do about it, really, I can’t afford to manage myself already.” The words fell from between her lips softly, and she placed a hand on her stomach, her eyes beginning to burn with tears.
“But nobody wanna hear about that, right!” She lets go. “That I was never really adopted and am living on the streets!! That’s just sad! So anyway, Leon’s married!! He and his little ‘roommate’ are actually husband and wife 'cause his parents arranged their marriage as a truce since they had gambled away most of they stupid fortune!! What a lovely tree, and what a gorgeous apple.” She looked down at the audience again, searching for Leon as she puts a proud smile on her face, yet, suddenly, he’s not there. Her smile fades for a minute, guilt tugging at her. But she looks back up, finishing what she started. Leon. His name echoes in her head. Not the one he was given forcefully, but the one he chose, in a weak attempt to avoid the hellfire he was raised in.
“Talk about having a good thing, and throwin it all away. Me, hell! his marriage when he decided to date me behind her back! All of it at eighteen. He didn’t deserve that. No one does. People f^ck up their marriages at 40! How could anyone expect him to upkeep his as a teenager?!” She sighed. “All of this is just so much for him. It’s alot for me too.” The girl pauses before thinking out loud, “How do we fix it?” No answer. Her classmates just stood around there, some gazes lingering around, chatter from scattered places in the room. “Leon!!” Persie shouted, looking for him in the crowd with increasing desperation, beginning to regret this whole thing as her throat dried. She hated all of it. All she could do was shout into the vacant crowd. “Leon, where are you? LEON!!” She shrieked, the tears finally escaping her eyes. But before anything else could be said, the strong arms of the security guards pulled her back, walking her off the stage through the back exit.
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