Loving Someone

I was thinking about killing myself... don't you mind (3)

Chapter 3: "I was thinking about killing myself... don't you mind" - Me, The 1975 (my guilt song ;-;)

Kat's POV:

I finally saw Kiera the next week. I tried talking to her but she completely ignored me.

This was getting frustrating. She would just not go to school for a long period of time and the day she comes back, she doesn't even talk to me.

I mean I really care about her but if she would just shut me out, what am I supposed to do?

I tried everything.

And I'm getting tired of all this secrecy and attitude she's giving towards me.

And today is the last time she will ever ignore me without a reason to.

I march right in front of her face as she slams her locker shut.

"Ok, Kiera. You need to tell me what's wrong. You have been ignoring me and this has been going on and off. I know something's up. You know you can tell me anything right?", I tell her softly.

I see tears building up and I wish I could know what's on her mind.

She began to silently cry. "You don't get it, Kat. I can't tell you. You won't believe me... and if you did you would think I'm a sick person", she laughs humorlessly.

I give her a look. "Kiera. You are my best, one, and only, friend. I would never think of you like that. Whoever did this to you, I think they are sick. Not you", I tell her, pulling her into a hug.

I see her smile softly and leans in as she hugs me back. I smile and let her go. "That's right. Ok now you want to go to the office or you want to sit and talk about it?", I ask her.

She shakes her head. "I can't. I can't tell you", she whispers, trembling slightly.

I pull her over to a separate bench, away from the crowd. "Kiera you need to tell someone about this. This hurt your feeling isn't right. Whoever did this needs to stop and you need to tell a trusted adult about this so they can help you. And you know I can always help you", I comfort her, hoping she would take my advice.

She shakes her head as her thin body begins to shake again. "No. No, you don't get it! I want to tell someone about it but then I would have to explain why my mom did it. And I would have to tell them that I'm-", she cuts her sentence short. I see her eyes red and puffy and she begins to make a run but I grab her wrist gently.

I whisper, holding my tears back, "Kiera if your mom is hurting you, you need to tell the principal so he can take you somewhere safe. And it doesn't matter the reason she hits you. No matter what, no one should hurt you like that".

She shakes my hand away and cries, "It does! If I wasn't the way I am, I wouldn't be in this position. If I was like my sister, my mom would love me".

My eyebrows knit together. If I wasn't the way I am? What did that mean? Instead of asking her, I tell her, "If your mom truly loved your sister, she wouldn't have done any of this to you".

Now Kiera began crying harder attracting more and more people to ask what was wrong. I pulled her into a hug, protecting her from them. I wish I could do the same to her mom. She refuses to go to the office but in her state, she couldn't really resist. I pushed her into the hallway and pulled her inside the office.

After a box of tissues emptied, Kiera was finally able to talk. However, that didn't mean she wanted to.

The counselor and the principal sat across of both of us.

Caroline, the counselor comforts Kiera and tries to get some information out of her while Jefferson, our principle was talking to me.

"I am sure Kiera won't be telling us anything, like how last time she told us nothing was wrong. I am glad you took attention to her safety and because you are her closest friend, why don't you tell me what's going on.", he tells me.

"Well sometimes when she comes to school, she seems very depressed and when I ask her about it, she won't budge. When I push too hard, she would run away and the next few days after that, I won't see her at school. She would never tell me about home life and I just have a feeling she's being abused", I tell Mr. Jefferson.

Kiera who was in on all ears elbowed me hard in the ribs. "No! No! Mr. Jefferson! She has it all wrong! I'm not getting abused!", she practically yells, her eyes wide, and I can see the fear in them.

The counselor looks at her sadly. "Honey. It's ok. There's nothing for you to be scared of. Once we find out where your parents live, we will arrest them and that will be the last time you will see them. You won't have to feel pain again".

At times I think the counselor is creepy. The way she comforts people is kinda scary. Her voice is like a melody and it makes you believe whatever she says.

I see the principal already looking up Kiera's personal information on phone number and address. Luckily, her mom was stupid enough to fill it out.

Kiera was crying too hard as she tries to grab the phone out of Mr. Jefferson's hands.

The counselor took her to another room and I was left alone with the principal.

He told me that he will take care of it from there and that my help was appreciated.

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The next few days of school, Kiera was absent. The principal told me that she will be given to a foster family who would love her. He said that the cops made sure that the family who was willing to take her would be good parents. While as Kiera's birth mom was sent to jail. Kiera at first seemed to be very depressed for she loves her mom even through everything. However, she was happy with her caring new parents who were young and didn't want to go through the process of having a baby. Kiera's sister, however, didn't live with Kiera because the couple only wanted to take in one child. Plus, Kiera told me she was happy she won't seeing her again.

And I was happy Kiera was in a good place now.

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1/18/17

Merrrp I think this went waaay too fast but I want you to know this story is not about her abusive mom.

It's about something else and that's why I want to kinda rush through this part of the story... :p I think this book will be pretty short because I can't think of writing 1,000+ words for 40 chapters 0,o

He he anyways...

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