Silenced

Chapter 4: Sophie

                                 Leonardo:

The moment I saw her I knew who she was. My breath got caught in my throat and my heart was beating out of my chest.

Fucking hell.

All the memories came flooding back, bitch slapping me in my face.

I would recognize her soul crushing coffee brown doe eyes anywhere.

It's so fucking easy to get lost in her eyes. They pull me in like a magnet. They always have.

She was crying and fucking bleeding from her palms.

All I wanted was to run up to her and ask what was wrong. That's all I wanted to fucking do.

I'm furious with myself for not doing so.

I wanted to clean her wound, bandage where the blood was coming from and calm her anxiety the way I used to do when we were kids.

I remember her habit of digging her nails into her palms whenever she was feeling to many intense emotions.

For as long as I can remember Sophie would always cause herself to bleed crescent moon style, and only I knew about her habit.

No one else knew, she didn't want anyone else to know. We were beyond close in that way. 

I would clean her nail stabs, bandage her up and kiss it after putting a red heart sticker in the middle.

I did it for her benefit, it was to make her feel better make her feel comforted and not ashamed, I did it because I knew she needed it,

I thought that painful habit would have stopped as she got older, but it seems to have worsened.

considering the amount of blood she had on her fucking hands. She's never had so much blood on her hands, there was even blood smeared on her fucking charm bracelet.

I was going to walk up to her. I knew it would've been a mistake. I knew that interaction could've gone a million different ways.

I was going to walk up to her despite everyone watching.

But then I remembered just how much I fucking hate her.
I fucking hate Sophia Arlene Blackwell.

It's so long ago, but I remember our trio, and I regrettably remember her.

Xavier Jackson and I were best friends.
Were is the key word in that sentence.

Xavier is tho is unfortunately still my best friend.

We both would go over Jacksons house almost everyday. We would play football, video games and eat snacks like fucking pigs.

Sometimes we would even sneak sips of Jack Daniel's.which the evil twins would steal from their parent's locked up alcohol cabinet.

Well..to be specific Jackson would distract Mel and Nick, their parents, while Sophie stole the liquor.

Sophie claimed that Jackson was the golden boy so it was easier for him to distract 'the parents', but she told me in secret that she just wanted to be in the playing field as an undercover spy, and not a stupid easy distraction.

That's Sophie in a nutshell, that pretty girl is crazy, she likes danger and adventure, she's unpredictable, and a lot to handle, but she's fucking perfect.

What what thee  Fuck. She is not fucking perfect. Sophie is anything but perfect, she's a fucking sorry ass person.

she left without saying goodbye, and she never reached out. she can't be fucking perfect.