Operation Emo

Thirteenth Chapter: "Convincing Myself"

Dedicated to
 nanabug (The Person Melanie Is based off of) Thanks for always being there for me, Melanie. Thanks for talking to me, and supporting me. :3 I'm so lucky to have a friend like you, and I hope you're doing okay out in Washington! This chapter is dedicated to you, because you were always there for me when I needed you to be, and because you are just such an awesome friend, and person in general.

Thirteenth Chapter
"Convincing Myself"

The Next Day
Tuesday
Sara's POV

After staying up all night, wondering if I was going mentally insane when I realized I actually liked the emo's, I decided on the fact that I didn't like them and it was just a moment of weakness. No way I actually liked them. Pfft. Right.

And me doing that whole thing with Emily was simply out of tiredness. Yep.

Currently, I was in the bathroom, trying to convince myself this over and over, but the more I said it in my mind, the more sick I felt. I couldn't actually be starting to like them... Could I?

No... no that was ridiculous... right? I couldn't actually like them. They were freaks! Losers...

It was just because they've been nice to me... so far. Soon they'll show their true colors. It's just a matter of time. Like Emily said, we were the awesome ones...

Then how come every time I dissed them in my head, I felt awful?

Maybe I just don't like hurting people. Yeah...

Then why did I feel just fine when doing it to Emily yesterday?

Ugh.

I tugged at my hair and sighed, leaning down and splashing my face with cool water.

I had told the teacher I felt sick, which wasn't exactly a lie, and that I felt like I was going to vomit, which also wasn't exactly a lie. 

Actually, I felt like I could faint at any moment.

I didn't like the idea of me liking the emo's, but at the same time...

Ugh.

"Hello, Sara." Came a all too familar voice. My head snapped up in shock and I slowly turned to see Emily leaning against a bathroom stall with a glare. 

"What the hell was yesterday all about?" She growled, and I swallowed.

"Technically, it was the day before yesterday," I mumbled weakly, not meeting her gaze.

She stepped forward and pushed me against the wall with a glare, and she grabbed my wrist that had been attacked by the dog.

With wide eyes, I immediately regretted my decision this morning to take off the gauze as she dug her nails into the wound, causing me to bite my lip in pain.

Shit, shit, shit, this freaking hurts.

"You see..." Emily began with a snarl of hate. "This is just an ounce of the pain I can inflict upon you, Sara." She dug her fingernails in deeper causing me to wince.

I attempted to pull my wrist out of her hand but she simply dug her fingernails deeper, and pressed me against the wall so I could barely move.

"I-I-" I began trying not to cry out in pain.

"You, you?" She mocked, digging it in deeper, and I watched as blood ran down my forearm, as she opened up the old wound and added her own to it, that was getting more painful by the second.