Scar // Mid90s fanfic

XI

It had been a week. I hadn't moved from my bed, spoken to anyone or even did the basic things a person needed to do to live. I had given up completely. The only reason I hadn't ended it all was because it all failed.

I led on my bed, facing my wall without any emotions or thoughts going through my head. Almost like a robot.

"Hey..." I heard my door open and Ray's voice, "You awake?"

I stayed silent and stayed where I was.

"I know you are...don't have to talk or anything but I just wanted to see how you were doing..."

"Fine." I spoke up.

"I don't know what happened...and I don't need too...but I'm still worried about you..."

"I'm fine Ray...seriously..."

It was like there was a switch in my head. One I couldn't control. I'd be happy and free one day but then depressed and locked up the next. It drove me insane because I had no control over my own emotions.

"You're not..." I felt the bed behind me go down a little, "Fuckshit's not doing great either...he thinks you've disappeared again..."

"Tell him I have" I said plainly.

"Why? What's going on with you?" He stood up.

"I just wanna be left alone Ray..." I shrugged.

"How bad is it?" He said protectively.

"How had is what?"

"Your face...what'd he to do you?"

"Nothing" I lied.

Truth is my face looks like a peach that had been thrown around. My eye was black and lip had a scar on the other side, the rest of my body was also covered in small bruises.

"Keira don't lie...what happened?"

"I don't know..." I answered on the verge of tears.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I can't remember..." I whispered.

"Let me see..." He sat back down behind me.

"No...please just leave..."

"I'm not gonna sit here and watch you waste away in your room! Get yo ass up and talk to Fuckshit because I've tried getting him down here and he won't fucking move! So please for the love of god sort yourselves out because I can't keep going out on my own, all because you two wanna fucking rot!"

I fell silent, he seemed to get fed up so just left like I asked him to.

"I'll tell him you took off again..." He said before closing the door.

-Fuckshit's pov-

I hadn't moved from my room, they way she brushed me off last week and then disappear completely hit me. At least I thought she disappeared, some part of me was hoping she was grounded.

"Yo..." Ray came in.

I looked over at him and sighed, "You heard off her?"

"I actually uh...went to her house..." He started, sitting down at chair on my desk.

I sat up and turned to place my feet on the ground, "And? She alright?"

"She took off Fuckshit..."

"What?"

As much as I was mad at her, before and now. It didn't help the feeling. It felt like someone had ripped out my heat and stamped on it.

"I don't know if she went back to her aunt's or what...but she's not in town according to her dad..."

"She weren't at her aunt's and you know that..." I shook my head, running my hand's through my hair.

"That's what you're worried about right now? No wonder she wouldn't fucking tell you!" He stood up, "I can't take this shit between you two nigga...I'm out!"

He walked out my room, closing the door behind him. I sat there, staring at the wall with tears in my eyes.

I couldn't take it either

I knew she was slowly getting distant again but I didn't think she'd take off again.

-Keira's pov-

I've got to talk to him. I know Ray had most likely already told him I disappeared but I don't care. I need to see him.