No Such Thing As Broken

Chapter 6: Run away

The next days the world felt anew. Everything was light and green and full of life. Susan felt full of hope and optimism. A pure joy that topped everything she had ever felt. Something that she hadn't even been sure she was capable to reaching. She couldn't help but bounce up and down with every step she took. Maybe it was the dinner from her birthday night that made her so happy. The story still running in her mind and all the possible way they could have taken it. Whoever wrote the script the actors were using didn't take it to the best ending, but it did its job in telling the story it was there to tell. Perhaps it was the trust she was willing to give to her friends, the trust she was about to give. It was the kind of trust that you only give to someone who you would be willing to protect your life. She supposed, in a way, that she was about to do that. Opening herself up like that might as well be handing over your life. They could either take it and run or stay by her side and keep it safe.

She really shouldn't. There was no way of knowing of what could go wrong. But she wanted to, she wanted to trust them so bad. Give them everything that she could and still be able to keep them by her side, not having to worry about them taking off and abandoning her. If they accepted her being a psychic then maybe, just maybe, they'll accept this to.

But, maybe they shouldn't be the first ones that she tells. It was for safety reasons really, you need to have backup plans. Know who to turn to when things go south and knowing where to run if the exit is blocked. As much as she loved her friends, she had no idea how this was going to turn out and was wanted to be ready for anything. Let other people who are accepting know before telling people who you only think are accepting. Self-safety is the top priority.

So she waited. She waited almost a week until the next club meeting to come about so she could put her plan into action. And that week felt like it drew out forever, just one thing after another, a slow count down to the day. She had packed most of her stuff in her and Roz's room the night before just in case she took it the wrong way, she hoped it didn't come to that. She hoped that they all could have a good laugh about it later like the last big coming out.

But hope could only get a person so far. So, she packed, threw the necessities into her car and sent out a prayer to God that things would turns out the way that they were meant to be and that way may be in her favor.

This time as she approached building 40, she did so with confidence. Her strides were one of power and pride. This was where she belonged. The great stone building accepting her. The people here cared about her despite all of her struggles. They saw her as one of their own and she was proud of that. This time as she stepped into room 7 she sat near the middle. Surrounded by the people.

"Alright," Nate said, clapping his hands together like he did in the last meeting. Must be his way of starting, a noise indicator that the people had gotten use to and understood what it meant. "Welcome everybody, new and old. To the LGBTQIA club." IA, he said IA. If she had felt any doubt before, hearing those two letters again made them disappear. "My name in Nate for anyone who does not know me. He Him pronouns please." There was no added comment this time, no awkward joke, no announcements of how cute his boyfriend was. Though Susan did enjoy wanting him gush over the relationship, it was quite adorable. "As is customary. Is there anyone here today that wishes to speak their name. Or is a new member and would like to introduce themselves."

The person who had been at the last meeting stood up "My name is Jona!" She said proudly "I am gender fluid and today I prefer She Her pronouns." Ok. So, who she met as Jon last time is now Jona. Susan filed that into her mind and decided to ask every time they ran into them which pronoun they were using at the moment. Or when in doubt go with they until the right opportunity came up to ask. Though Jona was rocking a dress at the moment so clothing could probably be a good place to start.