Sophie And Lane

Chapter 10

TRIGGER WARNING: Cutting

Lane's POV

Pony and I got home and immediately started on our schoolwork.  My English assignment was to write about our family Thanksgiving, then in school we would compare and contrast our traditions with others.  Doesn't seem like a big deal, but this was our first major holiday without Mom and Dad.   Every day someone would point out that I didn't have parents, usually that bitch, Patricia and her group.  I don't say anything though...there's no point really. She's a Soc and I'm a Greaser. We're the hoods, good-for-nothings, JD's, trash; so we learn to deal with it.  It sucks, but whaddya do?  Ponyboy has a chance to get outta here.  Darry did too, but me and Pony ruined that for him. 

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got.  I swiftly walked to the bathroom and sliced my upper arm with my blade.  It went deeper than my others one, but not dangerously deep.  I watched as the blood ran down my arm.  I was so entraced by the blood, I didn't hear the front door open.  I didn't even hear the knock on the bathroom door.  I was cleaning up the blood when the door opened.  I heard a frightened gasp and my head snapped up, "Sophie," I whispered.  I was so busted.  But to my surprise, she shut the door.  I quickly cleaned myself up, threw my bloody tissues in the toilet and calmly walked out. 

I may have looked calm, but my stomach was in knots.  I wanted to vomit.  Sophie walked past me, "we need to talk," she hissed.  I surveyed the guys in the room.  She hadn't told them.  If she had, they'd be jumping down my throat by now.

"We can go to my room.  I just got some magazines."  She said she had to go to the bathroom first, but she would be right there.

I paced in my room.  I wanted to pass out.  She finally came back in.  She closed my door and slid my desk chair in front of it.  We stared at each other, neither knowing what to say.  Finally, Sophie spoke, "I won't tell if you won't."  She lifted up her shirt, her torso was covered with cuts.  I sat down on my bed.  I wasn't the only one.

Sophie's POV

Steve and I decided to go back to Curtis's after I had settled down.  I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he cared about me.  We walked into the house and I went to use the bathroom.  I couldn't believe what I saw.  Lane cuts too!  She looked terrified, like she thought I would rat her out.

We went into her room after she was done.  Neither if us said a word.  I pulled up my shirt, showing my freshly cut torso.  Lane sank to her bed, looking almost relieved.  She pulled up her pant leg, showing me the cuts on her leg.  I did the same.

"Why do you do it?" She whispered.

"Cause I deserve it," I whispered back.  "Why do you?"

"It's easier to deal with," she murmured back.  I sank to the floor, "Soph, I can't stop.  I don't want to stop."

"Me neither.  I don't think I could even if I wanted too." I admitted.

Lane took out her knife.  She lightly slit the palm of her hand.  She took mine and did the same thing.  We, then, shook hands, "we take this to our grave." She declared.

"If one of gets caught, the other fesses up." I finished.

"We're in this together," she finished. 

We took turns washing our hands.  I finally didn't feel so crazy.  We both laid on her bed, flipping through magazines, acting like normal teenage girls.  However, we had a secret.  A secret that no one else would know.  Lane and I became best friends that day, too bad we didn't realize just how much our secret would hurt our brothers and our friends, as well as ourselves.