the book report

29

{SIDNEYS POV}

Everyone gathered.

"I-is that everyone.." Sasha asked softly.

"I really fucking hope so.." I said softly.

"I hope so to-"

But she was cut off by a slicing noise.

She looked down to her stomach and saw blood spreading on her shirt quickly.

I looked down and saw it.

The knife was pulled out as I saw a man. It was one of the killers.

My head started throbbing. My back stiffened. My body went into chills. My palms started sweating. My body couldn't do anything. I started getting major flash backs.

                          September 18th,
                         Year of 6th grade.

"Can I talk to you?" I asked Sasha as we were heading to the blacktop after lunch.

"Sure!" Sasha said brightly. Even when something was going wrong, Sasha always tried to make the situation better. She was always bright.

Sasha followed me to a closet.

"I-.."

My voice started cracking.

"Sidney just tell me! You don't need to be scared, promise." Sasha said softly. She smiled at me.

I have a weak smile.

"I-I I like.."

Sasha was waiting.

"I like girls. I'm lesbian.." I said softly.

Sasha's eyebrows eased. Her eyes calmed down.

"Well.." she said softly.

"That's cool!!" She said finally, giving a soft smile.

"Your not.. grossed out by me.. or something?" I asked innocently.

"Of course not! If you like girls, then who am I to tell you that you cant! Love is love."

I smiled.

"Fuck, your such an angel." I said as I hugged her.

We left the janitors closet.

                                 August 12th
                         first week of 8th grade
"Fuck I like someone." I said as Sasha walked into my bedroom door. Sasha had told me she liked women as well a few weeks ago, but she was still figuring out what she was.

I, on the other hand, had gotten feeling for someone.

"Who is it?" Sasha asked.

"Harley Winchester."

"Her?! The one who's on the cheer team? Isn't she a priss or something I don't ?"

"I don't know, either way she's hot."

"How do you know you like her?" Sasha asked.

"I don't know, I went to her cheer practice on accident and she was really hot, okay!" I said.

"Well, don't risk it. She looks really straight. Just, be careful. I don't want your heart getting broken, again." Sasha said calmly.

I gave her a smile.

"I fucking love you." I said finally. I gave her a hug.

                                  April 7th,
                       mid year of 8th grade

I came to Sasha's house, crying. It was raining. My dad had come home from a bar and had done stuff to me.

I climbed a small ladder Sasha always left where no one would find except me. It led to her room on the 2nd floor of her apartment.

I saw her lights were on. She must've been studying or something.

I shoved open the window and crawled inside.

Sasha turned around and saw me crying as I crawled in.

"O-oh my god what the hell happened!!" She asked alertedly. I collapsed on her bed, making a circle.

"Sidney!" She yelled softly.

I was sobbing on her bed.

Sasha ran out and grabbed a few towels, then ran back.

"Sidney, calm down!" She whisper-yelled, actually calming me down.

She was rubbing my back as I sat up.

She wrapped a towel around me. My flannel had been hanging off the side of my left shoulder, my pants were clingy and my hair was soaked.

She had me sit on a towel as well.

"Now, tell me what happened." She said softly after I had dried off and had laid my head on her shoulder.

I looked up at her.

"Are you sure you want to know?"
I asked her

She nodded.

"My dad came home from the bar 3 hours after I came home.." I said softly.

"I heard him and I tried to leave, but I couldn't, he found me.

He didn't even fucking say anything, he dragged me to his bedroom with his drunk ass hands and, he put me on his bed and.. I think you know the rest of the story.." I said quietly.

Sasha had sympathy in her eyes.

"Sidney, I'm so sorry.." she whispered, hugging me.

I sighed.

"It's not even your fault, you don't have to apologize." I said finally.

"I don't give a shit." She said softly.

I was a bit surprised she had said shit. Sasha wasn't much of a person to swear. She only rarely sweared.

"Listen Sidney, you don't know how much you mean to me. If anything gets on your nerves, if anything makes you sad or mad, I know."

I looked down again.

"Remember when Rachel dropped you? Or when you asked a girl out and she rejected you? When you broke your wrist skate boarding. When you fell asleep in class? You tripped and fell and cut your knee?"

"I knew all your feelings, and everything that has happened to you since you were in kindergarten, Sidney." She said, softly.

I smiled and hugged her.

"Why don't you spend the night here?" She asked.

"Sure." I said softly.

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Emo