Freefalling

9

"It's not what you think."

The girl studied her face. She awkward stood there as her face was being examined. Suddenly, the bitch was hugging her. And crying.

She didn't know what to do. They stood awkwardly for another minute until she pushed the other girl away from her.

"I'm sorry. It's just super emotionally upsetting to see an abused child. Nobody needs that."

"Who told you my parents did it?"

"No one. It just seems to be the most logical answer considering you force yourself to puke and you cut and-" This girl was bawling once again. She couldn't help but look away ashamed, almost as if it was her fault she was beat.

The other girl, who was now not a bitch anymore apologized one more time before quietly saying, "I was my daddy's punching bag once." This indescribable girl picked up her binders and purse and walked out.

She was shocked. She was at a loss of words. She stood there for a solid ten minutes with a blank expression plastered with sheer shock. Girls walked in and out and, although mostly freaked out, stared at the girl holding concealer in one hand and staring at a wall.

The bell signaling the start of school rang. She quickly smothered her face like it was an enchilada. Using one finger, she smoothed out the rough patches and rushed to class.

When she finally got to math, everyone was silent and sitting motionless. Every single eye was glued onto her for a minute. She wasn't tardy and is very confused.

When she was settled, almost immediately, everyone turned to the people around them and started to frantically whisper. Everyone except him. They made eye contact and she silently asked what was going on. He made a fist and put it on his face, then he shook his head and imitated a decapitation with his hand.

She already knew it wasn't him who spread it. It was gossip girl. She nodded in understanding, pointed to her eye, and tapped her temple a couple times. He mouthed, "Who?" She tapped her wrist then held up nine fingers. He nodded and the tardy bell rang.

After class he stopped her by the drinking fountain. "Who?"

"It was this chick in the bathroom. She's known as the Gossip Queen 'roud there. She saw and I bet she wrote it on the bathroom walls by our class."

He hugged her and reassured her. She would, "Yeah," and, "Okay," at points during his mini speech.

She interrupted in the middle and told him it was fine and to go to class. He, although very hesitant, left. She took a quick drink from the bacteria infested drinking fountain and went to her next class.

When she walked into this class she faced the same predicament. They all watched and whispered. It was the same in every class she has.

After school, she tracked down the again named bitch. The bitch acted all innocent during her interrogation. All she wanted was clear answers and someone to talk normally to her.

This woman would not comply. Each question was shot down with a question or excuse. She would try vague questions, detailed questions, long questions, short questions, specific questions, and any other type of question she could think of.

Enough was enough. She has dealt with enough shit today. She cranked a fist back and drove it into the bitch's abdomen.