He stands up. "Why the fuck do you have that?" "Oh you know protection...fun...killing scum." I say walking slowly over to him. "You don't have the balls." "After everything you did to me and everything that I've been through...playing little miss d...
I stare out the window watching the cars pass by. "Violetta?" I turn my head back and see my sponsor Quinn. "Sorry, what?" "I asked if you had talked to your friends since the incident?" I shake my head. "You have to talk to them." "they'll hate me and ask questions," I state. "If they love you they'll be worried," she states. I look at my phone.
"Are you ready to talk about Ian?" "What's there to talk about hes dead." I state. "And you're happy." "Why wouldn't I be guys like that are nothing but a waste of oxygen who don't deserve to live. He deserved it." I state. She hums.
"Are you ready?" she asks. "For what?" "School," she states.
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I walk into school and all eyes are on me. I ignore it and keep walking until I get to my locker. "Oh thank god." I feel arms wrap around me. "I was so worried about you. I tried to call but you never picked up. Are you alright Bumble Bee?" "I'm in therapy and I go to NA meetings after school livin' the dream." she smiles at me. "And now I'm even more on edge because of the black hood." "you feel like you're sinning and the Black Hood is going after sinners. I get it. And you're allowed to feel guilty. Up to a point, none of what you're going through is your fault." "Ya..." I open my locker and see a Teddy Bear with a note that says I'll be watching you. Cheryl takes it. "OMG. Another gift from your secret admirer." I roll my eyes and she places it back in my locker. "Gotta get a new lock." "that's the third gift this week. Who could this mystery bae be?" she wonders. "oh, maybe it's the black hood. You know he loves writing notes." she trails my arm with her fingers.
"Not funny." she waves bye to me.
I sit in the music room sorting through sheet music. My therapist and Sponsor told me to write out my feelings in a book. So I chose lyrics.
I hear clapping and turn around. I see Chuck. "Reginald George? Something you need?" I ask. "Well I heard that voice and I could not resist." I roll my eyes and turn back around. "So uh...look I know this may seem a little out of the blue given your current predicament. "I tried to kill myself it's not a curse word." "Right. But I was wondering if maybe you and I-" I piece it together.
"No," I say shutting him down immediately. "Not even some cheese fries at Pop's?" he asks. I look back at him like he's serious. "Oh...my...god."
"Are you the one putting shit I can't reach in my locker?" "Well, I can be." "first off EW. Second, off you gave my sister a sticky maple and you had a Burn Book you and your little disciples wrote in slut shaming and degrading women! I'd rather go up against the Black Hood than rebound with another asshole." I say turning around and grabbing my stuff.
I walk out of the room.
I sit in front of Cheryl. "Bitch you won't believe the bullshit. Chuck Clayton just asked me out...on a date." "That's vile assuming you said no," she states. "Uh hellz yea. I'm not fucking crazy... enough." "good because we've gotta date with the recording studio." I look at her and roll my eyes. "Why'd I tell you I wanted to be a singer." "Maybe after school today?" she asks. "Can't my Sponsor is picking me up after practice to a meeting." "Vi what you did saving me from that Nick St Creature. It's a debt ill never be able to repay. What I can do is offer my humble skills to make your career blossom. But I'm happy to take a step back so you can focus on your mental health." she states. "No Cher." I take her hand. "You're just trying to help me. You're the only person not walking around on eggshells around me." I state. She smiles at me.
