Too Little Too Late [PAFP]

So the plot is simple, an anthro is bullied every day since grade five, now in grade eleven, she cant deal with the torment anymore, she had began cutting her wrists and hiding in baggy clothes. One day, the one who started all the bullying, writes a report of the anthro and continuously puts her down through the whole thing. she snaps and yells at him, giving her tormentor, and secret crush, a slap to the face then leaving, she is missing for days before he leaves to check on her, finally seeing how her family treats her and how he, and everyone else, is treating her. He goes to her room and finds her on the floor, a bottle of pills in her hand, he takes her to the hospital and she falls into a coma, he visits her everyday in hopes she'd wake, realizing he had fallen hard for her.

Rp starts before he gives his report then goes from there.

Name:
Age:
Gender:
Looks:
Personality:
Other:

Name: Snow Lankar
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/117/c/5/angel_of_seas_by_neko_maya-d4xruxc.png
Personality: In rp
Other: Hides her pain behind a smile until she snaps.

(I'll be joining this! Just gimme a minute to figure out what species I want to make my character. :3 )

(Otay no problem :3)

Name: Parker Anasazi
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Looks: A primarily tan coyote with a lighter brown chest, feet, hands, and belly. Almost always wears a pair of aviators in public, mostly covering his Amber eyes.
Personality:  Dominant, gruff, mostly uncaring about others.  Learn the rest in the RP.
Other:  The way to his heart is through fried chicken. <3

(Can you start?  I'm not sure what sort of a report he's supposed to be writing. XP)

(Sure~ ish just pretty much a report on someone they see everyday, but he fills his report full of insults to her)

Snow sat quietly in her desk as she wrote on her paper, ignoring the muttered insults to her from the other students. That was just another day to her, being called ugly, fat, or gross was her norm. The Cat anthro kept to herself because of the bullying but she didnt mind too much, except wheb the insults really bothered her, so when she went home some days she'd grab a razor blade and cut her arms or legs, only hiding them with the baggy pants and sweater she wore.

Parker sat one row and two desks behind his favorite target. He'd tormented the white cat for as long as he could clearly remember, and she always just took it. It made him feel less guilty to take out some of his own anger on her. She never reacted. Grinning, he tore out part of an old test, which he'd comfortably flunked, and stuck it in his mouth, softly chewing to get it to just the right consistency.

Snow's tail flicked and the little bell near the tip tinged, the she-cat anthro mumbled to herself as she write, her ears back a little as she was in deep thought. She continued to ignore the insults from students around her.

Parker's essay lay finished off to the right side, a pencil sharpened at both ends lying on top of it. The mistakes were simply scribbled out, and to the casual observer it looked like a mess, but to Parker it was a masterpiece. And it was going to be his job to dictate this work of art to the class. His muse? Snow, of course. Who else? There was just too much material in her to pass up.

Their teacher finally told everyone to stop writing, asking Parker to be the first to read, the teacher had no clue what Parker had written, but he too wasnt fond of Snow, not like anyone was anyway.

Parker smiled as his name was called, taking the paper up to the front of the room, winking at nobody as he passed Snow's desk. Turning back to face the class, he began. "Let me warn you all that this isn't going to be one of the traditional essays. Because, lets face it, those are pretty damn boring."

Snow glanced up from her sheet to listen, she may have been tormented by everyone, but she still listened, at Times she was just too nice, or just too stupid, she couldn't really tell at this point.

"This won't be about a family member or a pet, ladies and gentlemen, but rather, about a friend dear to us all. Let's hear it for the topic of my essay, Snow Lankar!" He grinned evilly in the direction of her desk as some of the other students jeered and insulted her.

Snow gave a small hidden frown, now unsure of weather she should have even came to school that day, her ears were back slightly but she stayed quiet, figuring it was just a simple little thing about how lame and nerdy she was.

Parker theatrically cleared his throat, his somewhat ridiculous aviators still on as always (even indoors) and began. "I know Snow well. I see her a lot, because there's more than a lot of her." He stopped for a moment to allow some of his friends to snicker. "I sit a row over from her, and I still have to crane my neck just to see around her fat ass!"

Snow just sat like it didn't affect her, though on the inside it really hurt, the she-cat anthro did actually have a crush on Parker, though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, she just sat quietly and continued to pretend it didn't hurt.

"You can always tell when Snow's near because of that bell on her tail. Now, isn't she just jolly? Six months late for Christmas, just like she is with everything else. Did you hear about what that bell did to her last boyfriend? No? Oh, that's right, nobody could love her, much less think about tapping that." He growled crudely, now really starting to have some fun as the class chimed in with their own additions or simply laughed along.

Her tail curled on her lap and her ears pinned back more, the pain inside beginning to build past her limits, before anything else could be said, the she-cat jumped up and began leaving, turning to Parker, "You want to know why I'm like this!? Because you" She gestured to the whole class, "Made me like this!" She snapped, "Why does Snow stick to herself? Because no one even cares to try and be around her! They just want to take their anger out on someone who wont fight back!" She yelled and raised her hand, giving Parker a good slap across the face before she continued leaving.

"Where are you going!?" Their teacher growled at her.

"Anywhere you fucking bastards aren't!" Snow yelled back and slammed the door behind her, having taken her things with her, a few of the students stared wide eyed at her outburst, not expecting any of it, some of them even feeling guilty.

Parker had to lean on a bookshelf to his left as she walked out the door, totally stunned. A fairly clear Palm print was already evident on his cheek, and the spot stung more than he could ever have expected Snow to muster. Silently, shock written on his face, he sat back at his desk after picking up his aviators, leaving them off as, for the first time in years, guilt began to creep into him.

Snow let her tears finally fall as she walked home, she walked to her room, avoiding her parents, she sat in her bathroom and cried as she slowly sliced into her arm again. Their teacher just shrugged and continued on like nothing happened.

no...
"No..." Parker mutter aloud without realizing it, guilt weighing him down as if he were being dragged down into the Earth.
"Fuck that, I'm out of here." Parker stood up quickly, leaving everything, including his sunglasses, on his desk as he stood up and bolted out the door. "Snow!" He called her name for the class to hear just before the door closed.

Snow was no where to be seen in the halls, a few others that picked on her scoffed when they heard him and muttered about seeing her go home. Back with Snow, she eventually moved to her room, her baggy sweater and pants laying on her floor.

Parker looked around the school in desperation, finally deciding she must not be there. He walked out into the parking lot and got on his street bike, revving it up before pulling out onto the street, navigating his way back home. Her house was on the way.

Snow's parents were in the living room drinking away, neither of them caring about what had happened to their child, Snow whimpered from her room and grabbed a bottle of pills, slowly opening it.

(-poke poke- :p)

Parker's obnoxiously unmuffled bike parked on the curb in front of the house. It seemed obvious that the exterior of the house had not seen any love in a long time. He tentatively knocked on the door, shuffling his feet a little.