dear diary (larvis)

dear diary - locket

travis
i sat in my fourth period, fiddling with my rosary and writing notes in my book. the beads felt really nice and warm inbetween my cold fingers. i continued to fiddle with it, playing with the strings and the beads wrapped around my neck. i had suddenly felt the beads almost fall from my fingers, maybe i had just let go of them on accident.

but they did fall. my necklace. from my dead mother. broke. i stared at the small black beads lying in my lap, and some still stray in my hands and on the string. i've had this necklace for almost 6 years. how could it fall apart so easily?

i scooped up all the beads, placing them into my pencil case, which was relatively empty anyway. i searched everywhere i could for any beads i had missed. i seemed to have found them all, except for one. the locket.

the locket had a photo of me and my mom inside when i was little. it's one of the only few photos i have of her. i really couldn't loose that one. i bit my lip, struggling to find it, until someone tapped me lightly on the shoulder. i had no idea who it was. but i couldn't care about that. she held my locket in her hands.

for the first time, i smiled, i thanked her, i even told her she was lovely. i never would have if i didn't know her, all i wanted was my locket. i flipped open the locket, almost crying at how upset i was. all the glass inside was broken. half the pieces had fallen out. i covered my face almost immediately after, audibly whining. i couldn't have embarrassed myself more that day.

the second i left the classroom i cried. infront of everyone, with the locket held close to my face. a lot of people scared at me, but all i wanted was my locket to be fixed.
"travis?"
i turned around, continuing to hold the heart up to my chest. it was larry. by himself.
"did your necklace break? because i found these."
he handed me a few more beads, looking up at my face.
"thank you. it.. yeah. it broke. i don't know how. it was from my mom and the uh.. glass."
i had to stop my sentence to stop myself from crying.

"can i see?"
i opened the locket, gently handing it to him.
"i could fix this if you want?"
i nodded, before looking up and raising my eyebrows.
"hold on. why are you being so nice to me?"
my voice switched to my whiny, arrogant tone again.
"i feel bad i guess. our whole friend group does. i'm sorry about.. your mom. i understand how you feel."
i shook my head.
"but i'm so horrible. i treat all of you like shit. why do you suddenly feel bad?"
he sighed and took a step closer, making me slightly uncomfortable.
"sal told me about what happened in the bathroom. your dad is putting pressure on you. and i know you don't really hate us. i don't hate you either. anyway. meet me after school and i'll fix this for you at my place."
he smiled, walking away.