As I was walking to my bed Cindy grabbed me and spun me around. " what's up" she said.
Whaa? (I could barely talk too) "oh n..nothing".
"Come on that's bs and you know it" Cindy Scolded me.
"I'm j..just ti..ired" (I was high and couldn't speak, what a great combination)
Cindy saw something in my hand and pulled it away from me.
"What the hell is this!"
"Urhh just leave me alone" as I said that tori walked in "oh what do u want!"
I yelled at tori.
She looked at me in discussed.
She had never seem me like this.
She started crying.
"Stop crying and grow up!
You know the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows!"
I didn't relize what I was saying "you think crying or even fighting is going to bring you dead parents back!?!" "Halie!!" Cindy screamed and grabbed my wrist.
I pushed her off and went to tori.
Not thinking I grabbed her pushed her hard against the wall and started saying the most horrible things you could ever say to a friend.
I provoked her,"punch me punch me u cry baby your parents aren't come it back and your never going to see them again so just forget about them ok!!"
I wanted her to punch me.
I dont know why but the little Commonsense I still had told me I needed to be beaten the crap out of. Cindy tried to pry tori off of me but when she did i went straight back yelling at tori.
Tori threw me on the floor with so much force I blacked out for a second when my head hit the floor.
She started punching me as hard as she could letting a tear with every blow she threw and I knew even though my face was the one being hit it hurt tori more.
I just kept my eyes on her the hole time, as my head bounced a little from the force of the hit.
She stopped and put her hands on her head and couldn't stop crying. I lay on the floor watching her.
Cindy had walked out of the room.
My high was going away and I stared to realize what I had just done.
Tori was still crying and I couldn't take any word back.
I got up and looked at her, I sat down beside her and hugged her tightly.
She knew I didn't mean that stuff but it still hurt for that moment.
I put her head on my shoulder trying to be the friend I should have been all along.
I started to cry. I'm hurting my friends, how much longer before I lose them?
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FLASHPOINT
AdventureFlashpoint: A place, event, or time at which trouble, such as VIOLENCE or anger, FLARES UP.