It's been a week since I talked to Connor. I don't know what to say, or how to help. I wish it could, but part of me just can't seem to even talk to him. It's so hard to believe that he gets abused. It just doesn't make sense. Why would anyone ever abuse someone? I can't just believe it, it seems so impossible, I've never meant anyone that's ever gone through something like this. But what do I do, so I can help? I just want all is for friends and family to be happy, never sad, but I can't change it, even if I tried.
I walk into my Math class and take my seat, which it is still right beside Connor. Poor poor Connor. It's crazy, because no one can tell, he's just really good at hiding all the scar and bruises. I'd probably never be able to hide them without let everyone know I have them, but then again, I know nothing of what the pain he feels. He goes through way worse than I do.
I started to work on our weekly packets Mr. Matthews assigns us to do, which will be due at the ended of the week on Friday. The packet was super easy, I could of done it with my eyes close, but I didn't because that would of been really weird to do. Connor got to class about thirty minutes or so late, which it's not usual, because he usually only five to ten minutes late. I started to worry. My heart pounded, because I didn't know how I could help, or what I should do. It felt like someone knock and knocking from inside of my chest. I had never felt this before. And I didn't like it one bit.
"Avery?" Connor said as he sat down next to me,"Can I ask you a question?"
I looked up from my packet and say,"Yah, sure, go ahead."
"You never talk to me anymore, I was starting to worry you think I'm s freak or something now. Why don't we talk anymore?" He asked.
I sigh,"You're not a freak. Trust me," then I lie,"And I have been really busy in the past week. But my schedule is clearing up a bit."
"Oh ok, cool. We should hang out after or something like at the park and at the river." He said.
The bell rings to change classes,"I'll see what my schedule is like, message me after school." I say as I pick up my belongings and then walking out.
