It's okay to not be okay - a lego friends Mia x Stephanie fic [Discontineud]

Chapter 2: detention

Trigger warnings:

- bullying

- mention of abuse

- knifey stuff

Mia's perspective:

I walk out of our history class, its half past three and we're done with school. The lessons went by just fine, I managed to hide from Stephanie and her friends during the breaks. Stephanie... She acted so shocked and annoyed, it's not what I'm used to. Usually she's just angry, I've never seen her like this. And it seemed like she was actually being nice for a second? I don't know, the moment went by too fast for me to realize what was even going on.

Alright come on Mia, back to reality. You have detention. With Stephanie. God fucking dammit.

I enter the classroom I was supposed to be in for detention, I don't see Stephanie yet though. I walk to a desk on the side of the room. Suddenly a figure appears, and we bump into each other. "OUCH" Shit, that's Stephanie! "Jezus Christ! Look where you're going idiot" I don't say anything, I just sit there and stare at her. I discover there's a bunch of foundation on my sweater, foundation from Stephanies face. Jezus Christ! "What happened to your face?" Stephanie covers a big bruise on her face as she says, "It's none of business!" I look at her confused, stand up and reach my hand out to her. I don't know why I did that, but I don't worry about it. She grabs my hand and gets up from the ground.

We've been in detention for 15 minutes now and we haven't said a single thing to each other. I'm done with all my homework already, so I look at Stephanie, she's looking at her geography homework, but it doesn't seem like she's doing anything. The way she sits there, with a big bruise that's halfway covered in foundation, she looks different from the Stephanie who bullies and hurts me all the time. Her sloppy clothes make her look nicer, or has she always looked like this? Did I just not see it? No, I'm not going to change my opinion on her, she's done so much to me!

Yet I can't stop thinking about it, about her. I write a note that says "It's okay to not be okay" in my clumsy handwriting. I look at it and realize how stupid it sounds, it's so cheesy, Jesus Christ... I slide the note into my pocket and stare at my table again. I don't want to, but my mind is still running, should I talk to her? And in math? Why did she act all angry, I just wanted to be nice. How'd she get that bruise? What if there's something up with her family? Jezus, Mia you have enough problems at home to worry about her. Dad will be angry at me again, last time I slept in my hut without telling him I didn't get any food for 4 days.

Because of all these dumb thoughts I'm almost crying again, I try to hold back my tears. Stephanie can't see me like this, she'll pick on me for it.

Stephanie's perspective:

I'm currently working on my geography homework, well... Not really. I don't have time to worry about school. I'm scared of my boyfriend. Last time I was late, he strangled me so badly, I fainted. If I take the bus to his house, it'll take 10 minutes. Maybe if I go running, I'll be quicker... Does it really matter? He's going to be angry anyways.

I look to my side to see Mia staring at me strangely. We've been together in class for about 3 years now. She's an antisocial nature freak and always gets good grades. I bet she has never smoked or kissed before. I bet she has a nice family with rich parents. I bet she doesn't know what real life is. I'm disgusted by her. No, that's not true. I'm jealous. I want to go back to the time when the future seemed bright, not knowing the mess I am today.

Mia's perspective:

An hour has passed and I hear the bell ring, Stephanie quickly stands up and walks out the room. "Must be in a rush" I think to myself, I have better things to worry about anyway. Since detention was pretty long Stephanies friends will probably be gone by now, I can safely go home.

Oh, how I was wrong. I walk out the door and all four of them are there: Olivia, Andrea, Jake and Damian. For a quick second I'm frozen, then the realization kicks in. I quickly reach for the knife in my pocket, but I can't find it. Jake grabs me and pins me down to the cold ground, I try to break free from his grip, but it doesn't matter since Damian comes to help him. As I'm stuck struggling on the ground I hear metal clanging on the tiles; "There it is" I think to myself. But it's too late, a familiar hand picks it up and holds it above my head "And what where you going to do with this?" I hear Andrea say. I stay silent for a moment, then I say "Nothing, I had to bring it to my dad" I bet she can hear the lie in my voice. "Hmhm... I don't think so. Give me a hand Olivia" I can't see what they are doing but I quickly find out when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach. "Stop! Please!" They don't plan on stopping yet as I feel another cut being made. I cleanse my jaw together as I roll my head to the side, while lying there in pain my eyes cross a familiar face. Stephanie. Our eyes cross and for a moment she seems to hesitate before she runs away from me, probably of to her loved ones.

It's already starting to get dark when I finally regain my consciousness. I try to get up but the pain in my stomach stops me, I look down to find my grey shirt soaked with blood and I begin to remember what happened. I look around but there's nobody, so I slowly stand up and start looking for my bike's keys, fuck. My key broke. I start feeling tears on my face, yet I don't feel like I'm crying. I start walking home.

After half an hour I finally arrive, and I ring our doorbell. My dad opens the door, looking greasy. He looks at me with a look of disgust. I don't care about my father since all he does is drink and cry about my mother leaving us, but when he looks at me like this; it hurts. I move past him and head upstairs to my room, he doesn't follow me like a good father would, he grabs a beer and goes back to his television.

I grab the band aids that lay on my nightstand and lift my shirt a bit, I discover a bunch of deep cuts on my lower stomach. I cleanse my jaw again as I wrap band aids around my stomach and change my blooded shirt for a clean one. As I sit on my bed to take a deep breath, I look around my room. It looks nice but sad at the same time, it's organised and big, but the 2-person bed has only ever been slept in by me. I never had any friends come over to my house to have a fun sleepover, I never had someone to cuddle with while watching a movie on my old tv. God. Usually, I liked being by myself but days like these where days where I wanted someone to share my stories with, someone to just have fun with. I bet Stephanie has lots of sleepovers with her friends, and her boyfriend of course. Stephanie... She could've helped me, I really thought she was being nice today. God, how I hate her.