Insane

CUT It Out

"What are you doing!?" i yelled as i stood up.

"Kiara, it's okay."

"No, Declan! No, it's not okay."

"Do you wanna know me?"

"No."

"Well, my parents fight all the time. They're getting divorced. My dad does cocaine. My mom is a prostitute on the side so she can pay for the divorce. I cut myself be - "

"Declan...stop! I didn't want to hear this."

"You think your life is bad? So you moved here and didn't know anyone...so fucking what? I gave you a chance to have a friend...to know someone..but know you dont have any friends."

"Declan," I'm still crying on the sidewalk, hes standing screaming - and crying "just stop. Stop! I'm sorry. I'm sorry all of that stuff has happened to you."

"Stop saying sorry." he fell to his knees next to me "Kiara, you cant do anything about it. Just...be my friend."

"Okay." i leaned over and gave him a hug. He hugged me back. We just sat there and cried. I got up and went over to the swing. I needed to do something.

We swung for a few minutes.

"Declan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad we're friends." why did i say that? Are we even friends? We have to be friends, he just told me so much shit.

His parents are getting divorced? Prostitution? Cocaine? He cuts...too? They seem so happy, so nice. She seems like such a lady. He seems like a nice man. And Declan...Declan...this is ...this isn't good.

School starts in 3 days and I'm nervous, what will people say when they see me with Declan?

"So...tell me about the rumors."

"You really wanna know?"

"Yeah, why do people hate you so much? What's there to hate?"

"Last year people said i had sex. Then it kept getting around that i was a manwhore. And eventually everyone thought i fucked everyone. After that rumor was gone...3 months later someone said i got them pregnant. I didn't. And yes i smoke marijuana, but i don't do heroin or crack...like my dad does. People say i do. And that i drink and ..."

"It's okay. I  believe them." i hugged him again. i felt bad for Declan, he made me want to cry.

"I'm glad i can finally talk to someone." he hugged me back.

"We should really go home."

He hopped up and got on  skate board.

"Get up here." he motioned for me to stand infront of him - i did.

"Sorry if we die. I've never done this before - more than just me on my board." We better not die...haha.

"Well...i trust you." he wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed us forward.