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at•gu•ment
/ˈärɡyəmənt/
1. an exchange of diverging or opposite views, typically a heated or angry one.
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⚠️TW! mention of pills, self harm, overdose and suicide.
i hated him,
he deserved it,
we sat in class working on the project silently,
i was readjusting the photos on the slides presentation when Ms Wilson cleared her throat, we all looked up and she held a note in front of her face reading it.
"erm, Charlotte and Louis, they need you down in the office." she says. "bring your things,"
i groan quietly and pack my things up,
one week, we hadn't spoken.
only small talk, about the project, that was it.
we walked down the empty halls in silence, the only thing we could hear was the sound of my shoes clicking against the tiled floor.
we walked into the office and sat down, i took out my phone.
nothing from mom, probably nothing to do with me then, or my family.
the headmistress walks in and tells us to follow her, we pick up our things and follow her into a room.
it was empty except for a desk and chair, she sat down in the chair and put her arms on the table and looked at us.
"do you know why i called you down here?" she asks.
"no," we say at the same time.
"it has come to my attention that something has been going on between you two, from what people have described," she starts and picks up a piece of paper. "tension, built up frustration, barely speaking, and oh yes, both of your jaws constantly being clenched." she says putting the paper down.
"now, you have no choice but to explain what's been going on, it's been making people very uncomfortable." she says.
"if you don't mind me asking, how is it making people uncomfortable?" i ask sitting up.
"well, from what i've seen, you two seemed like siblings, and even some of your classmates have said that you two have made it very difficult to focus in class." she says.
"but how? that makes no sense!" i say. "what happened between us, shouldn't be distracting."
"it's should when it has to do with drugs," she says.
oh you've got to be kidding, i turn to Louis.
"are you fucking joking?" i say to him. "you said i was on fucking drugs?!" i yell.
"young lady," she scolds.
"i'm sorry, i am not on drugs!" i say. "i was taking an antidepressant and Louis seemed to think i was trying to kill myself!" i say.
"those were not antidepressants!" he says. "you were taking medication that's supposed to treat people with mental illnesses! which you do not have!" he says. "you could've killed your self!"
"well i didn't!" i say.
"and what about the mirror?" he says. "have you been cutting yourself too?"
"what do you think i am some depressed teenager who wants to fucking die?" i say rolling up my sleeves. "see?" i say.
"okay, so it seems you have some kind of personal issue here, i'll be contacting your parents." she says standing up and leaving the room.
the door closes, i turn back to Louis.
"this is your fault," i say. "my life was fine before you came in and ruined it!"
"i ruined it? please, you did that all on your own." he says.
"you know what, maybe i will die, maybe i'll just go jump, huh? since you seem to hate me so much!" i say.
"i don't hate you! you know why i said those things all those years ago?" he says.
"why?" i ask.
"because i was in love with you!" he shouts.
i look him dead in the eye, "don't fucking lie to me," i say standing up and leaving with my things.
i left the school and walked home as fast as i could, tears rolling down my face.
i wipe them away as soon as i can in attempt to stop crying,
i hated my life,
i cried while walking until i realized where i was, right next to Louis house.
i stopped immediately when i saw his mom in the front yard, i tried to walk past without her seeing me.
but she did, "Charlotte? is that you?" she says walking closer to me.
i try to pull myself together in the few seconds i have before she sees my face, "hi," i say turning to her.
"how are-" she starts but i burst into tears.
"i'm sorry," i say trying to stop crying.
"oh, dear, come on let's get you inside." she says.
i try to shake my head but she brings me inside anyway, i sit down at the kitchen counter.
i finally calm down and she looks at me,
"dear is everything alright?" she asks.
"yeah everything's fine, i just thought of my dad, that's all." i say.
"oh, i'm so sorry," she says.
"it's okay," i say.
"i'm always here, when your mom isn't home, you know that right?" she says.
i nod my head, "thank you," i say.
"of course," she says hugging me.
i hadn't hugged anyone in a long time, it felt, nice, and relaxing.
the door opens and out of the corner of my eye i see Louis walk in, she pulls away from me.
"i should get going, thank you, again." i say.
she waves as i leave the house,
