Solana
After a whole week passed after the championships, I've been at the edge ever since I had that call and the visit from the detective. These threats and little shitty boo boo letters need to go. It's becoming so redundant, I'm tired of thinking about it. Nobody has not once been a little left... yet.
Today went completely different. I'm walking into the school with a little attitude from someone almost crashing into my peach Jeep. I'm really not trying to talk to anybody. I was walking to my locker, looking at ugly bitches laughing and giggle, Ha Ha Ha and then I was yanked into a damn closet. A damn closet. It was Reese's. What the hell man.
"What the hell Ree-"
"Shut up." I scrunched my eyebrows at her and whipped my head back. What the fuck up with you now?
"Reese, today is not the day to fuc-"
"Shut up and listen to me," I looked away looking at her. This girl is crazy. Are you serious with that? "Why did you do it? And don't say what are you talking about, you know what I'm talking about." She said in a demanding way. Her accent was even gone.
She gave me a stank look and I raised my eyebrow like wassup. Iont give a FUCK about fighting her in this bitch, shit. Somebody had to get it. She slightly growled, rolled her eyes, and then pulled out her phone.
She played the video. She played thee fucking video. Now I remember all of the events that happened that night.
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I stormed into Roman's room and climbed on the bed, screaming and screeching, then falling off the bed. I started to cry, as hard as I can. I tried containing myself at one moment but I just couldn't. Minutes later, I heard the door open and I quickly wiped my eyes, getting up to see who it was. It was Roman. We haven't really communicated since junior high.
"Oh hey Roman." I stayed where I was at.
"Uhhh, what are doing in here?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. I-" I shuffled up. It looked as though I was drunk.
"What's wrong witchu?" He seemed drunk too.
"I-I'm sorry for being in here. I'll go." I grabbed my bag and my phone, trying to get out but I was gently pulled back by Roman.
"You don't have to leave, it won't hurt to hear about what's wrong with you." I went back to where I was at and I sat back down. He sat next to me, putting a case of beer by his bedside away. All of the sudden, I started to cry and he rubbed my back. He sort of side hugged me and I tried to stop. I wiped my tears and some of my makeup. I still looked down so he won't see my clown crying face.
"I don't wanna be here no more."
"Then why don't you just go?"
"No-no, not the party, on this Earth." He was quiet for a while.
"Solana, why would you want to die so quickly? It cannot be anything that bad on this Earth that can make you want to kill yourself," I finally looked at him. "Is this about Will?"
"It's about everybody, I'm just tired of the bullshit."
"Okay, so you're tired of people and your boyfriend so you want to kill yourself."
