I'm a goth

Awkward moment

I walked downstairs after my shower. I felt sort of better, but had a searing headache. Not only that, but crying had left my eyes a little puffy. So I wasn't exactly having the best time of my life. I was so lame. So unimaginably embarrassed.

When I had reached my living room I was afraid Firkle, and Michael would be standing there, but lucky me they were in the kitchen. I still couldn't believe they seen my scars. They probably think I'm a cutter. God I hope they don't call me emo again. I didn't do this to myself. Why would I. Pain is not gain.

I swallowed my fear, and walked into the kitchen with my head held high. I would not let this drag me down. I smiled at both of the boys, and went towards the coffee machine, and poured myself another cup of coffee.

I soon felt a gentle tug on my skirt , and looked down to see Firkle staring at me. Seeming to a ask gently with his eyes if I was okay. I nodded, and went back to making my coffee. I then went to the freezer, and got another pack of cigarettes, and offered Michael one. He accepted. I'd have offered Firkle one, but he doesn't seem like the type, and didn't seem to have in interest in them.

The room got still, and quiet after that. It felt very awkward. Nothing like the time I spent with Firkle this morning. Instead it had a tension so thick you probably couldn't have cut it with a chainsaw. I started to feel anxiety sneak its way into my chest. So I decided to speak up.

"So..." I started dully. "So..." Michael replied. After that I couldn't take it anymore, and just blurted,"I don't cut!!". He looked at me, and nodded. "Okay" he said coolly,"Then why the scars". I didn't know how to respond to that. They were there for multiple reasons. The usual you know. Bully's, abusive parents, my clumsiness. Though two of those things were hard to bring up.

"Uh, well I just went through some rough times. It happens." I said in a detached voice. He nodded at me, and left it at that. A few seconds later he spoke up,"You know I didn't see anything". I looked at him confused. If he hadn't seen anything then how he'd know about my scars.

Then it dawned on me. He meant my half naked body earlier. Oh holy hell. He was blushing. I was probably redder than a tomato when I said whatever. I could see Firkle rolling his eyes out the corner of my eye.

This was so awkward...