Thalia - jealousy
I glared at the girl talking to Shane. Jealousy flamed unexpectedly within me, so I slammed my locker door loudly, attracting both their gazes. I needed to talk to her, but as she began to make her way towards me, I suddenly felt my throat close up. I couldn't breathe, her pixie like form intimidating even to my 5"11". Tears began to pool in my eyes, anger and betrayal welling up in my throat.
What was happening to me? Why do I feel this way?
I anxiously studied her, my eyes flitting over her body the way a bee lands on a flower. I felt like a deer caught in headlights; there was nowhere for me to escape the hauntingly beautiful, inevitable doom that ever-neared with every second that passed. My eyes were caught by her gaze, her deep blue eyes that glittered like stars boring into my teary, pale olive toned ones. I felt myself shrink back into myself, everything happening in slow motion. Shane's dainty steps resonated thunderously through the hallway, her friend burying herself conspicuously in her locker in an attempt to cover her eaves dropping.
It was too much.
Heart racing, I turned and ran as fast as I could, the walls closing in on me. The colourful displays where screaming at me. Blood pounded in my ears. I tripped and landed on my ankle, feeling it snap and splinter. A scream erupted from my throat silenced by the blackness that over took my conciousness.
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Shane - Masks
I saw her crash to the hard, tiled floor and my heart choked my throat. "Lia!" I yelled, skidding to halt beside her unconscious form. Her ankle was twisted the wrong way, bones protruding from under her skin, fast black bruises staining the bare pale skin.
Tearfully, I called an ambulance, knowing it was broken. I returned my gaze to Thalia. She looked so vunerable, like a mouse, trapped in a pain-wracked slumber.
"I don't care," i whispered bitterly to her deaf ears, "if you don't accept who you are. I love you and by the way you reacted, I know you feel something for me too." I dithered unsure of what to say next. I stroked away a strand of soft white-blond hair from her face and kept my hand on her cheek. slowly, with the up most care, I lowered my lips to hers, barley brushing them together. When I left her lips, noses within touching distance, I saw her eyes flicker for a moment, her eyes meeting mine for barely a second before her eyes scrunched up in sleep again.
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Thalia
"I don't care if you don't accept who you are. I love you, and by the way you reacted, I know you feel something for me too."
I sobbed internally, as I knew she was right. Why else would I feel so betrayed and jealous over her purely speaking to another girl? Why couldn't have I just been normal? Was that too much to ask? After what I've been handed in life, couldn't I have just been given this one thing? NOT BEING FORCED INTO PUBLIC DISCRIMINATION!? All my life, the only thing I ever wanted was to fit in, have friends, a normal familly life. And what did I get? A sister dying of cancer, a father who lives in japan for his work, a mother that only cares for her looks and social status, an eating disorder which I can't tell anyone about and being... being... a... you know what!
My thoughts were interrupted as Shane's fingers dragged a trail of fire over my head and behind my ear. My breathing hitched in my throat and my heart raced as I felt her graze her lips on mine. Against my better nature, internally I begged for more, longing for her touch all the while hating myself for doing so. Too quickly were we separated by the sirens of the on coming ambulance. My worries of people finding out about my eating habits melted away as I fell into a fuzziness that consumed my entire being.
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Shane
"I'm going with her!" I said shortly to the middle aged paramedic.
She stared at me with sympathetic milky brown eyes."Look, I know you care deeply about your friend but I doubt that there will be any need for-!"
"I know you mean well," I interrupted, "but she needs me. I'm going to be there for her!"
"Shane, dear, I-"
"Hey!" Both I and the paramedic turned to see the shouter. It was Arilynne, coming to my rescue. "Just let her go! What harm would it cause?" Sadness and sympathy was flashed towards me.
"Your friend," She began, "appears to have further health problems than we thought."
"What is it?" I said anxiously, my eyes flickering back and forth between Thalia and the paramedic, back and forth, back and forth.
"We can't divulge our suspicions to members of the puplic, she said, trying to calm me down.
"Do I look like some random?" I said, my tone low with a hint of menace, "She's my gir-!best friend."
"Your not going to let up are you?" Arilynne scoffed from behind me.
"Nope," she laughed, popping the p.
The paramedic leant forward a bit and lowered her voice. "We think she may have anorexia."
