This Greaser Is Gold

Pain

Everything just hit me like a person punching me in the face as I realized what all happened yesterday.

I have no feelings towards Soda other then he's a good guy and a friend.

I didn't want us to be like this.

To be honest, I feel like I have stronger feelings towards Pony.

But Soda is so sweet! He wrote me love letters and even drew pictures for me.

I don't know maybe I should just give him a chance.

I mean it seems like every girl is basically drooling over him.

Maybe it won't be so bad but hell was I wrong.

Right when I was walking to school, a bunch of popular girls started a fight with me.

Five against one how fair is that?

Then after they left me there laying on the ground, I felt as if I was going to pass out.

I started breathing in and out and started to feel the pain that I felt at the hospital.

Oh no another panic attack! Not another one!

I picked myself up somehow off the ground and rushed to the bathroom.

I then locked the door and looked at myself in the mirror.

I had a bloody lip, my left eye was bruised, and I even had a big gash running across my forehead.

There is no way I'm going to continue school today looking like this.

I took my phone out of my purse and called my mom.

But of course she was at work which meant no answer...

I grabbed my stuff and waited for the first bell to ring.

Then, I bolted towards the door limping at the bruises they left on my legs.

I'm in pretty bad shape.

I could feel the blood rushing to my head dripping off my chin.

My knees started to shake as I looked up to see Soda walking to his car.

I said faintly, "Soda."

I fell to the ground but in seconds he was by my side holding me.

He said, "Emma! What happened?"

I gulped and my eyes closed and that's all I could remember.

When I woke up...

I sat up quickly looking out a window to see it was dark out.

I looked around to realize I was at the Curtis house.

When I went to stand up, I fell back as my legs went completely numb.

I heard from the kitchen, "Em, you awake?"

I said softly, "Yeah, I am. Soda?"

He smiled coming out of the kitchen and said, "Yeah, it's me."

He handed me a cold rag which I used to wipe up all the dried blood on my face that I could feel.

I said to him, "Thanks."

He asked while sitting down next to me, "For what?"

I sniffled as I curled my head on his chest comfortably and said,

"For being there for me today and for taking care of me. I appreciate it."

He shrugged and said, "It wasn't a big deal...So, what happened?"