A (not so) Normal Life of Best Friends

Chapter 41: Unraveled Emotions

Phoenix Arizona

I walked over to Kyrie's house today to see how she was doing instead of the other around. She's always checking on me, so I wanna check on her this time. So, while others may knock on the door, I have my own way of entering. There's another window below her room, so I climb off of the outer windowsill, grab the awning, pull myself up, and jump into her room. It's like parkour, when you look at it right. Kyrie knows I do this, so it doesn't surprise her much. So, I climbed up, fell through the purposely opened window and landed on my face. I popped back up and looked down at her. She was laying on her stomach, head in her pillow, trembling. I tensed up a bit, clenching my fists, but tried to keep calm for our sake. "Babe, what's wrong?" I asked her, pulling her up. "I don't wanna talk about it..." she replied, tears covering her face. "Kyrie Hayden, crying is nothing to lie about, now tell me or I'll find out myself" I demanded, looking her in the eyes. She slowly grabbed my arm and sniffled, before finally talking. "Ever since we found out about some of this stuff, some of the other students have been talking about us online" she told me. I hadn't even thought about social media since the band session, and even then, I wasn't looking at any comments on my profile or any of my posts. All this time, she was hiding her true emotions, because she didn't wanna cry in front of us for being cyberbullied. "Why didn't you tell me about this?" I asked her, tilting my head. "I didn't want you to get mad and try to find them and hurt them" She told me, and slumped onto my arm. I wrapped my arms around her, kissed her forehead and headed for the window. "Get some sleep, okay?" I said, before climbing out and down. "Alright, I will" she said, before shutting the window. When I finally got home, I sat on my bed and looked through my phones on all of our posts and accounts. Not a lot seemed off, except there were a whole lot of comments on a group photo of the five of us. They were absolutely horrendous to read. We each had at least one comment aimed towards one of us or all of us. As I kept scrolling, I saw one someone had typed about Kyrie, considering the word choice they used, that proved so much more than I thought about people's thoughts about her. Some of the comments read, "The Short Smiling one is a Slut" or "She's a Whore". I can't believe these were allowed to be posted in the comments. Then came the one that nearly made me shatter my phone as a whole. It read, "Why does she even exist?" all out in the open for people to see. My phone thudded onto the floor as I sat there, frozen in shock. Someone, I care about so much, was being put through this for no reason. I didn't care what they said about me, I just wanted to keep my friends safe from all of this torture. I refuse to stand around, while everyone else gets put down for doing nothing that should upset anyone. I opened up my messages and looked at what she had sent me. It was a picture of her smiling, feeling better. "Night Phoenix" she texted. I smiled and replied to her, "Good Night, Kyrie".