Floating Through Life ✔️

Chapter 6

Throughout the rest of her years in high school, she did end up making a few friends. However, their relationship was complicated. They did hang out and blast music together. They did spray paint the school walls, skip classes, and occasionally smoke things they shouldn't have. Yet, none of them cared about the other. It was merely means of doing the stupid things that they wanted to do before graduating. Abigail knew that, she didn't care much about it for she for once in her life acquired a friendship that exceeded her childhood years. She was just grateful for the inclusion and the adrenaline of being someone that did something. In fact, she was thrilled that no one was asking questions about her parents or her past school. She was just elated she got to start over. Until one fateful day changed everything, and all she wanted to have in association to the people she called her friends were the polaroids that still hang on her walls.

Abigail remembered the blue and red lights flashing through her vision as she ran away for years on, sometimes she heard the sirens in her sleep. It wasn't  something she was proud of, but it had to be done. It was the last month of senior year, and she and the rest of her group were in a guest house that belonged to one of them. Of course, needless to say, they were getting high. It was all fuzzy and sort of mixed up. The low sound music playing the background almost lulled her to sleep. Suddenly, some random guy stood up and started screaming at what Ab assumed was his girlfriend. The girl was also one of the people in Ab's circle, her name was Kate. It all happened so quickly, one minute he was screaming at her and the second he was holding a knife out. They were all high, that's for sure, but the guy with the knife he was completely out of it. A couple of people sloppily tried to talk him out of it and another couple tried to stop him futilely.

The guy inched closer to Kate who was cornered by him. Abigail felt her throat close up, knowing that this was going to end up badly. Without proper thought as her mind was hazy she picked up a baseball bat that was lying around and with full force landed her hit on the boy's head. The next few seconds were a blur as he fell down and Kate and a bunch of other people ran out of there just as the police was arriving. Turns out, someone had called for help when the boy, which Ab later learned was named Kevin, took out the knife. That night was a miracle in itself for the boy survived with a skull fracture and the bat she was so sure she dropped at the scene wasn't found. Kevin was the type of person that people hated after all. Kevin couldn't remember who hit him, and no one else was willing to talk. That was Abigail's last encounter with the people in her high school, for yes the people didn't talk but was it for or was it against Kevin. One week was left anyways, and no one was interested in hanging out with her anymore.

Ab didn't know if it was her aggressiveness that scared the people away or was it that they never really liked her to begin with. Doubt ate her up like carpenter ant ate wood. She tried to approach what she deemed her closest friend, but nonchalance was all she got. No one wanted to be associated with her anymore, not even Kate whose life she saved. Instead, everyone else was too busy making rumors that she's a psycho, someone with intent to kill. She wanted to scream: what about the person with the goddamn knife? It was a long time ago though, and people shrugged off Kevin's actions as "boys will be boys".