Lost.

Chapter 2 // My Transexual Cat Died

"That's the dead girls sister."

"Where's her sister Cora?"

"Freak."

"Poor girl."

Everyone murmurs. Bad things. Sympathetical things. I don't mind, I mean, they're acting as if I haven't gotten used to their meaningless gossip and rumors already. The mere thought of people talking behind my back never phased me. We're all only human. We say things, we feel the affect of those things, and then we simply move on with life. Everyone has their different opinions regarding certain topics.

The topic of my sister and I, including my suffering family never exactly bothered me. Unless someone told me straight up. By all means, be my guest and pour out how you feel about me and my family to my face, because honesty is always beautiful, but so is my fist connecting with your face.

My sister was my protector from evil doings, I, her's. But walking into the hectic halls of my school makes me want to curl into a small ball, fetus like, and cry to no end.

"Grey!" the familiar voice shouts of my best friend Leslie calls from the other side of the busy hallway. She pushes her way through the crowd, engulfing me in her famous bear hugs. "I'm so sorry. I'm here for you. My whole family is here for you." She begins to pour out, tears filling her eyes.

I study her sullen face, managing a painful, weak smile. "Don't waste your tears love. You're too beautiful for them." I whisper, wiping my thumb along her cheeks to wipe the tears away.

"I love you so much. You're so strong. You're so amazing Grey." Leslie says, crushing me in her bear hug once more. I bite my lip to keep from crying, hugging her back before pulling away quickly. "Meet me after school, I want you to come over at my place okay?" She suggests. I nod, walking away as fast as I can to get to class before other people shed their love and tears on me.

What seemed like a long day to others, turned out to be a quick day for myself. Besides the fact that many people pitied me and said their apologies regarding my sisters death, I did my best to just subside everyone from my mind. Students all said their share of 'sorry', adults sympathized my feelings and gave me extra time for homework and projects, and the principal suggested I see a therapist. Which his comment by the way, didn't make me feel any better.

I sigh, running my hands through my crazed hair, dragging out my phone to message my father.

To Dad:

Going to Leslie's house. I'll be back later.

From Dad:

Okay.

I place my phone back into my pocket, hugging my arms closer to my chest for warmth. The wind blows my hair around as I close my eyes gently, leaning against the frame of the pole. The smell of smoke wafts around my nostrils as I wrinkle my nose in disgust. Doesn't that person know the results of smoking?

"Hey Gr .. Why are you wrinkling your nose?" Leslie pipes up from behind me, placing a hand on my cold shoulder causing my body to tense up.

"Smells like s-smoke." I chatter through trembling lips.

"It's just my depressed teen cousin trying to kill his lungs. C'mon before you get sick in this weather." Leslie says, looping her arm with mine as I nod graciously. She leads us towards the end of the darkening parking lot where an old pick up truck awaits. A boy who looks about our age leans against the hood of the truck dangling a cigarette in between his lips. He flickers a lighter on and off constantly between his fingers. "Ash!" Leslie chanters.