Blade (Watty Awards 2013)

Chapter 20

Chapter 20-

There are so many things wrong with today I could barely even comprehend it. Everyone stared at me as I walked down the hallways with Santana, still teary eyed. So much for going unnoticed all the time.

"Hey Lilly? Split your wrists already today?" A random boy laughed in my face making the movements of a blade cutting his wrist. "oh come on, don't be such a prude. Just answer."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Santana barked shoving him.

"Was it fun lilly?"

"Dude shut the hell up before I punch your fucking face in." Santana didn't seem the slightest bit afraid to stand up to him. Me? I hid behind her crying guilty tears.

What was Santana doing to her reputation? Didn't she realize I'm bad news. Hang out with one, become one. That's kinda the way it works around here.

"Ah, come on! I'm just goofing. Right Lilly? You know, we should hang out sometime. You could show me how to cut!" he grins, mockery thickly coating his voice.

"She doesn't even know you!" Santana smacked his chest, still he didn't faze.

"Oh what? I wanna learn to do it! Better to learn from the professional right?"

I ducked my head down.

Whatever.

There was that, then, in the middle of 3'd period my name was called out VERY loudly over the intercoms. I swear they turn that shit up higher just to embarrass me.

Again with everyone staring. Even the teacher. Well damn, try to hide it at least. I pulled my hood tightly around my head and dragged my feet as I walked.

My principal is a short chubby white man with huge blue eyes and a childish face. He cheeks were permanently red for whatever reason and he always looked nervous.

He smiled at me. Georgia is in the office as well, dressed in her usual work clothes, boring blue dress, white hospital shoes. She didn't look at me when I sat down beside her.

I didn't say anything, just slouched and stared out the window.

"As we...all know." Mr. Nasara  started taking deep a deep breath between his words. "Lillian has recently been... Exposed."

Inside I cheer. Exposed. What a perfect choice of words.

"I'm worried that this ....scandal, will...affect her as a student." he said. I saw Georgia nodding through the corn of my eye. "She might be...outcasted. Cases like her usually ends in..." Gulp. Sweat. Exhale loudly. "Well, ah, it usually doesn't end well....if you understand. I mean she's already so uncooperative."

Great even the this dude thinks I'm a suicide waiting to happen.

"I know she is. Lilly has...trust issues. It's not her fault though. She has a...disorder. She has doesn't like getting too close..."

"I noticed she's one of the few that stay to themselves. I see here she goes to therapy...but she's four different therapists in the last two years alone."

"She doesn't talk to them. She doesn't talk to anyone. Oh dear god, I don't know what to do anymore." Georgia groaned.

Mr. Nasara turned to me. "Lilly we can't help....this...whatever THIS is...if you don't speak about it. That's was therapist do. They help you. You shouldn't fear talking to them."

I shrugged.

"I suggest finding her someone she has no problem talking to, a family member maybe. A friend. Anyone. This can't continue. It would look very bad on the school if she killed herself. It would look like we ....haven't tried. Parents don't want to send their children somewhere where a child has committed...."