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Italian Flaire |chapter 4|

I woke up in a cold sweet. I was panting and my heart was racing. I quickly took off the blackest and stood. For a while I passed around my room. I was quiet enough to not wake up my mom. But as hard as I tried, my breathing didn't go back to normal. I sat on the floor and looked at the clock on the wall. It was 5:48. I started to get pissed. "Now I won't be able to go back to bed," I thought. I tried to stand still but my legs couldn't stop shaking. I almost collapsed on the floor. Then I knew. I was bad this time. I decided to sit on the floor to give my legs a break. I leaned my back against the wall. The floor seemed colder than usual. I guess because it was the middle of the night, well early morning.

Usually a good trick to help you when you're having a panic attack is to think you're having an anxiety attack. But that only works in some cases. I tried to think that but, —like thought— it didn't work. For a while I sat there on the floor. As the sun started to rise, I realized something. I had to go with Soda and Steve to the game with someone else. I picked myself up and took an old water bottle in my room and poured it over my head. After I stood there for a moment most of my symptoms went away. But my legs; arms were shaking and I was still not breathing normally. But I started to get ready for the day. First I had to take a shower.

After that I got myself ready for the day and put my wet clothes into the laundry room. I did my hair and decided to put on something cute but also my style. Army green jeans shorts, a black tank top, and a black belt. I decided to have some fishnet stockings and black boots to go along with it as well. Then as I put my blade in my back pocket, my mother opened the door. "Hey Honey," she began. I stopped and looked at her. "What could you possibly want?" I asked. "I was just going to tell you that..." she hesitated. "What? That you're leaving again? Your hookup proposed to you? Did you say yes? Did you say no?" I kept on badgering her. I looked at her with disappointing eyes. "Which one is your mother?" I asked. "The first one..." she said softly. Then I walked past her. "Yeah... thought so," I told her.

Then she turned and looked at me. "Hey! Don't give me that attitude, I am still your mother," she said, raising her voice. I looked at her, almost walking out the door. "Honestly, I don't care anymore. You're not around enough to be my mother," I told her. Before I could hear her response, I walked out and slammed the door behind me. I started to walk to Soda's house before the game. The game wasn't until later on in the afternoon but I needed to get out of the house. I kept my hand in my pockets, not knowing when to pull out my blade. Knowing I could get jumped at any moment was... overwhelming. I was still shaking from this morning and I could only take small breaths without putting my body into full overdrive. I still felt off. Something wasn't right. But after a while of walking I made it to Soda's house. I just knocked on the door.

"Come in, the doors unlocked," a familiar voice said. As I walked in, I looked through the house and found where the voice was coming from. It was Darry in the kitchen making breakfast. "Oh hey Coco, I'm making breakfast. Do you want somethin'?" He asked. I shock my head. "Nah I'm good but, do you have something to drink?" I asked. "Yeah, there's some chocolate milk in the fridge," he said. I looked at him shocked. "Do you let Pony and Soda have chocolate milk for breakfast?" I asked, as I poured myself a glass. "Yeah, we also have chocolate cake. I guess you can tell we like chocolate," he said. I smirked. "Yeah just a bit," I responded. Then someone started to walk to the kitchen. It was Ponyboy rubbing his eyes. He was in boxers with messy hair and I could tell he knew I wasn't there.

When he took a sip from the carten he turned to Darry. "Dishes?" He asked. Darry nodded. Then Ponyboy's eyes widened and turned to me. "Did you sleep here?" He asked. I laughed. "No, I just got here," I explained. Then Soda came into the kitchen. "Oh, hey Coco," he smiled. I couldn't help but smile too. "Hey," I responded. Then when Soda walked over to the fridge, he smacked the back of Ponyboy' head and pulled out two glasses from the cabinet. He gave one to Ponyboy and used the other for himself. "Le famiglie sono così divertenti," I said. Soda looked at me. "I don't know if it's too early for this but I just thought you spoke another language," he puzzled. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. As the boys sat down for breakfast, I sat on the counter drinking the rest of my chocolate milk.

The boys talked about how Soda needed to pick up an extra shift the next day because both Steve and Soda were taking off the day to go see the football game. Ponyboy seemed kind of disappointed because Soda always spent the weekends with him. I felt bad for him. While they were talking, I could feel eyes staring at me. Then I looked at Darry. Then he gestured to his living room. When I got off the counter and met him in the living room. As we stood there, the only noises we heard were Sodapop and Ponyboy laughing in the kitchen. He looked at me blankly. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked. Then he looked down at my arm. "Why do you have a bandage on your arm?" He asked. I just looked at him. "Oh come on Coco. Soda and Pony are too tired to realize that it's even there," he explained. "Now, why do you have it?" He asked again. "What do you think?" I asked. He looked closely where the bandage was placed.

"Well it's located on your wrist. What else am I supposed to think?" Then Soda showded, "Darry you're going to be late for work!" Darry looked back at me. "We are going to talk about this later. Greasers care about greasers. Come to me if you need anything," he told me. I nodded. Then he reached into my back pocket and pulled out the blade. "I will hold on to this for safe keeping," he said. "Darry!" Soda yelled. "Yeah I'm comin'," he said. As Darry walked to the kitchen, I walked to the bathroom. When I closed the door, I locked it. Then I started to slowly peel back the bandage. The cuts stopped bleeding but the wounds were still open. I threw away the bloody bandage and opened up the cabinet above the sink. I found a big bandage that would cover all the scars, plus the bandage wouldn't show as much on my skin. After I changed it, I went to the kitchen. I just say Ponyboy sitting at the table slowly eating his food. I pulled out the chair on the other side of the table.

"What do you want?" He asked. "You're a smart boy. But you still ask too many questions," I said. "Are you in school?" He asked. I shook my head. "Why not?" I sat there for a moment trying to think of a good answer. "Famiglie ruvide," I replied. "That's Italian... something about family right?" He asked once more. "Sì," I responded. He looked impressed. Then Soda came into the room. He was wearing a blue/red flannel, blue jeans, and a white tank top. When I looked at him, I saw a cigarette placed on his ear. I thought it was pretty cute. I just smiled. "Ready to go?" Soda asked. I got up and said, "Pronto come non sarò mai." Soda looked confused. Then I realized he didn't understand me. "Ready as I'll ever be," I repeated.