In Another Life

flashback Pt.4

Lies

Diane's P.O.V
There is an awkward silence in Margret's room. Both of us are silent. Her looking at her phone on her queen sized bed, and me, sitting on her white carpet floor on my phone.
"Margret?" I say turning around.
"What's up?" She asks, turning off her phone and putting it beside her.
"Can I tell you something?" I've been planing this for so long, telling her, her reaction perfect, she hugs me and tells me that I'm perfect and everyone needs me to stay.
"You know you can Diane!" She says, sounding like a concerned mother.
"Okay." I take a deep breath and sit beside her on the bed.
"But you honestly can not tell anyone, you can't get mad at me and you can't hate me." I say, starting to get nervous.
"Diane, it can't be that-" she stops talking when I pull up my grey sleeve to revel the old and new cuts.
"Diane." She says, getting up and backing up slowly.
"Margret. Margie!" I begin to cry, unable to stop myself.
"Why? I need to report this, you need to talk to someone, and it's honestly not me!" She opens her door and walks away. I'm left sitting on her bed, crying. I look at my own wrist. Most of the old one's have healed, i never cut too deep.
About five minutes later, Margret's mom comes into the room.
"Diane, please say it's not true." She comes and sits beside me on the bed. I can hear the TV being turned on down stairs by Margret.
"It's not, I was just playing a joke on Margret." I say, I'm a terrible lier, so I look down at my balled up hands in my lap.
"This is not a joking matter Diane!" Margret's mom, the woman I have considered my second mom, stands up and yells at me.
"Not at all!"
"I know. I'm sorry, I wanted to see how she would react." I lie again.
"You wanted to see." She mutters in a mocking tone.
"I'm sorry." I say again, not bothering to look up.
"I'm calling your mom right now!" She is slowly walking to the door. Luckily it's a big room.
I jump up and run to her. Grabbing her shoulder and spinning her around.
"Please" I plead, "please dont."
"Give me a reason why I shouldn't! You did something very stupid!" She yells.
"But you know my mom, she would over react and think I'm actually suicidal." I really am. I think to myself.
Margret's mom stops to think about this.
"Please." I plead with her again.
"Okay, but!" She says, "you have to promise to go talk to Margret, she's quite upset." I nod my head and follow her down the stairs. I stare up at the crystal Chandler.

"Margie?" I say, trying to get her attention. She has been ignoring me for almost ten minutes now, sitting crossed legged on the couch and staring at the TV.
"Seriously Margret." I say a little too loudly. "Please just talk to me!"
"I don't want to talk to someone who is suicidal." She says, not moving her head to look at me.
"But that's the thing." I begin to laugh, attempting to lighten the mood, "I was just kidding. Isn't that funny?"
She picks up the remote and turns off the TV.
"Diane," she turns so that we're looking at each other, face to face, "it really wasn't funny." She says.
"I know, it was stupid. I wanted to see how you would react to something like that." I say. Her face relaxes slightly.
"Oh." She looks down, "I didn't react so well."
"No." I fake laugh.
"Im sorry." She looks up at me,her eyes are shimmering, threatening to leak tears.
"I'm sorry too." I say.
"How did you make it look so real?" She asks, moving closer to me.
"Um... Make up." I say. She nods her head.
"Are we friends again." She asks, making puppy eyes.
"No." I say, trying not to laugh.
"What?" She shrieks, she pauses, "wait..." She looks at me, with a confused face, like she either wants to cry or laugh.
"Best friends?" I ask, reaching out to hold her hand. She laughs,and squeezes my hand back.
"Forever." She replies.

Jessica's P.O.V
Diane walks into the house with a loud bang as if she dropped everything she was carrying.
"I'm home." She yells out, her voice echoing off the high ceilings in the entry room.
"Hi." I yell back, running down the stairs to meet her.
"Where's the parents?" She asks.
"Christmas shopping." I laugh.
"This late in the year?" She asks, getting down on her hands and knees to pick up the clothing articles that spilled from her bag.
"Mom said she forgot something for gran." I tell her, kneeling down next to her and helping her pick up her things.
"Did you have fun?" I ask her. She turns away.
"Yeah." She says, her voice muffled because she's turned around.
"Are you sure?" I ask her, slowly walking around her so I can see her face.
"Yes I am sure Jessica." She says. But her voice says other wise.
"Diane, I'm not stupid!" I tell her, "something happened."
"Yeah, but it's fine now, we are still friends." She tells me, walking away from me.
"Where are you going?" I ask, staying where I am.
"To my room, I need to unpack." A few minutes later, her bedroom door closes.

Diane's P.O.V
"I'm home, do you want to come out and talk?" My mom says from the other side of my door, waking me up.
    I look over at my clock.
"Mom, it's midnight." I say, covering my face with my blanket.
"I'm coming in." She says, opening the door and walking in. She sits at the end of my bed and rubs my foot. I pull it away from her.
"Margret's mom called,"she says, "said you and Margret had a-"
"Wait!" I cut her off, "what exactly did she say?" She gives me an odd look, but doesn't argue.
"She just said you had a fight." She sounds confused and worried.
"Yeah." I say, sitting up and resting my back on the head board.
"What about?"
"You know, stupid stuff." I shrug my shoulders, "I said a joke an she didn't think it was funny." My mom nods her head.
"I see." She looks around me at my phone.
     I look too and realize it is ringing.
"Can I pick it up?" I ask her, grabbing my phone.
"Yeah, I'll come back." She says, leaving the room.
    I press answer.
"Hello?" I ask
"Hey Diane." Margret says on the other side of the phone.
"Oh. Hey." I say, trying to sound happy.
"I need to ask you something." She says.
"You know you can." I say.
"Diane, if I cut myself, would you still want to be my friend?" I can hear her crying.
"Is this about earlier?" I ask her.
"I don't know." Her words are getting harder and harder to understand.
"Margret, of course I would, and I would help you get through it too." I say, think about how I wanted her to react to me.
"Okay." She takes and deep breath and laughs a little.
"Okay." She says again.
"So what's going on?" I ask her.
"Diane, the reason I really reacted the way I did was because." She pauses, her breath shuddering.
"Yes?" I ask, wanting her to continue.
"Diane." She starts. I can hear her burst into tears.
"Margie just tell me." I urge her on.
"I cut my self." She says it so fast, it takes me a while to understand what she says.
      I pause, unable to speak, or move.
"Diane?" She asks.
"I'm here." I whisper into the phone.
"Can you walk over?" I ask her, "we need to talk."
"Okay." She hangs up the phone.
     I put down my phone and walk down to my parents room.
"Margret's coming over." I tell them, waking up my dad.
"Why?" He asks.
"We are going to talk about stuff."
    My dad gives me a odd look, my mom nods her head.
"It's alright Darl," she says, "she needs to talk to her."
"Thank you." I say, I run down the stairs and open the door, letting in a blast of cool autumn air. Margret is sitting on my porch. It's the best thing about being practical neighbors.
"Hey." I say, sitting down next to her.
"Hi." She says. I look over at her, she's looking down at her wrists, which are scarless.
"I thought you-"
"I do, but I hide it." She pulls up the leg of her black tights. Reveling cuts crisscrossing up her leg.
"Oh my god Margie." I hug her, and her shoulders begin to shake and shutter.
"It's so bad, but I can't stop." She pulls away from me and wipes her nose.
"I think I got stuff on your shirt." She says.
"It's fine." I say, looking over to my shoulder to see a wet spot.
"It's fine." I repeat.
"No one knows and you have to promise not to tell anyone."
"I wont." I say.
"Not my mom, a therapist, people at school, teachers." She looks up at the bay window above us, a shadow of a person looking down at us.
"Not even Jess." She finishes. Still looking above.
"I honestly promise." I say, hugging her again.
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