But Her

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Tori hasn't called me yet to ask about anything. I am officially suspended for a week, which mean I can basically wave my chances goodbye of having a good grade this semester. I just hope I can pass this grade. This year has been pretty bad, and it is getting worse.

I just, I just need someone to call me right now, to just tell me that I am okay and valid, just someone to tell me that I did something right and to listen. Just listen. That's all I want.

I am just staring at my computer from across the room, listening to old Bob Dylan songs and filling out Trigonometry homework when I feel like I can move, I'm down man, I'm down bad. Then the screen flashes, something different, good different though.

Y/N :/ is videocalling

Wait a damn minute, that ain't normal, I take my hair out of my low bun and slowly walk towards my desk, looking curiously at the screen. I ruffle my hair a little bit, it looks like shit because I haven't washed it in 5 days. I haven't been anywhere or talked to anyone so why should I?

When I answered, she looked so pretty. She looked like she had just gone out, all bubbly and shit. She was just in a white tank top with some eyeliner and mascara, but shit she did rock it. She looked straight out of some weird indie band, her face lit up a little when I answered.

"Hey, I just wanted to know how you're doing, I heard about Jaxon and he is quite a dick so thanks for that." She giggled a little, it was so nice to know she wasn't stuttering anymore.

"You know, my new foster parents started taking me to this therapist, Ms. Rite, I think. She is really cool though. I mean we talked about this thing, victimizing? I mean when you have just been stuck for so long, it is hard to realize that you were not actually being yourself. I mean-" she looked me in the eyes for a second, "Actually, tell me about you lately, besides beating someone's ass."

I scratched at my thumb. Should I tell her? I need to tell someone, soon at least. Isn't that something I should speak to Tori about?

"Umm..." I smacked my lips, "I- I'm sorry. I am about to just completely dump on someone and that person might hypothetically be you so tell me if you aren't comfortable, but I need to talk, and I need it soon or everything is just gonna fall ou-"

"You're good, no worries, I'm here, I'm listening." I fucking love this girl.

I run my hands through my hair, "So, I can't even remember Jaxon," my voice cracked a little from holding back tears, "I can't even remember anything anymore, it's like everything is gone." She glinted at me curiously, putting on a brown cardigan and leaning forward on her elbow.

"I mean everyone is talking to me about it, and I don't even know, all I know is that little fucking maniac voice." Tears stated coming, "I mean, I can't sleep or eat because I am just going crazy trying to FUCKING REMEMBER. This little fucking dwarf maniac in my head just gets to do whatever the hell he wants and I am just stuck here and I don't know what to do. I have ruined my Junior year and I have ruined everything and I-"

"WAIT! Stop right there, you didn't ruin everything. You didn't ruin me. Melissa, you helped me whenever I was the most annoying and disgusting little shit and helped me realize who I actually am, so no, you don't get to say you ruined me. Right now, I am feeling better than I ever have because of you and myself. You have never ruined me, and I can never repay you for everything Melissa. Never." Y/N looked in the camera, teary eyed. Her eyes were just shimmering in the light of her lamp, and I could see that she was true. Out of all the things I have fucked up in my life, she is not one of them.

Tori never called, she hasn't. But her, Y/N, she did. I think this has made me feel better than anyone ever has. I helped her. I actually made someone better, maybe I can do that to myself, maybe.

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