Chapter 15

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Raina’s Perspective

            Jedrek was dragging me across something cold.  I am guessing it was snow.

            “Come on, Raina!  Use your legs!”  He groaned, while pulling on my arms.

            “Stop it!”  I laughed, pulling in the opposite direction.  It was like playing Tug-Of-War.

            “What’s going on?”  A small voice came from behind Jedrek.  A small silhouette stood in front of a blinding light.  “Is that Raina?!”

            “Shhhhhh!”  Jedrek hissed, giving my arm a hard pull.  I fell into his arms and began laughing my head off.  “She’s a little… drunk.”

            “JEDREK!”  Lilia shouted, which sent a pulse of pain through my temple.  “What were you thinking!?”

            “I wasn’t, okay?!”  He dragged me into the house and carefully picked me up and carried me up the stairs.  “Where’s Zyan?”  

            “His room.  Boy, he’s going to rip your balls off.”

            “Lilia!”

            “It’s true!”  She sang.  Jedrek continued to walk up the stairs, and it seemed that my weight didn’t bother him much.

            Jedrek knocked on Zyan’s door before slowly pushing it open.

            “Jedrek, I- Woah.  What happened to her?”  Zyan jumped up off the bed and ran over to me.  I was still in Jedrek’s arms.

            “She drank a lot.”  He muttered quietly.

            I couldn’t see Zyan’s expression, but the room got a lot tenser.  “I’d like to talk to you alone.”

            Jedrek sighed and plopped me down on Zyan’s bed gently before walking with him outside the room.  My eyelids got really heavy all of the sudden, and black fuzzies stormed at me from all sides.

            And that’s all I remember.

Zyan’s Perspective

            When Jedrek walked in with Raina half-passed out in his arms, I instantly wanted to punch him.  How could he be that irresponsible?

            “What the hell is wrong with you!?”  I shouted at him when we got out into the hallway.  Jedrek rocked on his heels and twiddled his thumbs.

            “I’m sorry, Zyan… She just kept going back to get more and more drinks…”  He mumbled, glancing up at me.

            Something clicked in my mind.

            “Oh, do you not drink?”

                        “Well, I do, but never really with anyone else…”

            “You don’t know what it’s like to be hated…  You don’t know how it feels for everyone in school to hate your guts for no reason!   You don’t know what it’s like to be avoided and alone!”

            Can’t you tell she’s depressed?!”

            She has been drinking more and more often.  She is depressed.

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