School

MEG!!!!

MEG!!!!!!!!

MEG GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE BEFORE I DRAG IT OUT!!!!

I scream into the girls bathroom. my best and only friend Meg Bloom is in the girls bathroom of our school, she's been in there the whole school day. I've went in there many times and knocked on the stall door a thousand times for her to come out but she always shouts no.

Something happened this morning because when we walked to school she was absolutely fine, smiling and everything. then as we got to school she went off to talk with her boyfriend about some "major issues." of course I only rolled my eyes and continued to my locker. I assumed "major issues" was another way of saying "come make out with me, you sex god."

"Meg please come out or at least tell me what's wrong. please, I won't freak out?"

I hear her take a sigh and breath out a subtle, "k." I stand back from the blue stall and lean agansit the white sink. she steps out of the stall.

Her face is completely smudged and ruined from tears. her eyes are red and sore from crying all of her salty tears. I have never seen my friend look this, broken. her blue sweater is completely wrinkled and wet, assuming from the thousands of tears and sitting, like I said she's been in there ALL DAY.

But the thing that made my heart shatter to thousands of icy shards was her rolled up sleeve. low and behold, red bloody scars covered her arm. I guess she ran out of tears. she's looking at me now, straight in the eyes not hiding her shame and defeat.

She's struggled with depression since middle school, with a broken home and overwhelming anxiety only describing the beginning of her list of problems. I wasn't with her in middle school but the way she made it sound, it was absolute hell. until one day, maxx came into her life, and took notice of her. she says he was her savior, her moon and stars. her EVERYTHING. and now look at her. he was her everything but she wasn't the same to him I guess.

I take another soothing breath before continuing. I've told her the harms and regret from self harming, but this isn't the time for a lecture. "Tell me what happened."

"He said that we should take a real look at ourselves. who are us to be planning our lives together when were only 16. he said he wants to see other people and have some 'fun' for once." she takes another hiccuping sigh and looks down at her blue converse.

My jaw begins to clench and so do my fists. 'fun.' so he wants some 'fun.' my best friend gave everything to him, every last part of 'fun' she had in her body. and I mean EVERYTHING. I look down at my shoes trying to calm myself, trying to think of reasons why this asshole should be allowed to live. but in the end I've come up with no reasons and only more anger. I look at meg again and take her limp arm in mine. she silently winces and looks at me, not daring to glance at her arm. I look at the red lines. red and painful looking. I loved her like a sister, like another me. she was always there for me. I look into her eyes and that's when all hell breaks loose.

Red clouds my vision like a storm and I run out of the bathroom and straight for the school doors to the football field. I hear Meg's cries to stop but I run faster.

Believe it or not, 'mr. sunshine' is a football player and today he has practice. I race over the grass, still wet from the early rain. i approach the sideline of the field but never stop walking. they're just starting a practice game.

Oh and guess what position Prince Charming plays? Quarterback.

I spot the number 21 getting ready to catch the ball before I take off full running this time. nothing can stop me now, NOTHING.

I crash into him and we tumble to the ground his hard armor poking at me. the ball hits the ground and I can tell everyone is wtf-ing this moment.

I grab his helmet and slam it down to the ground with every strength in my bones. I keep doing this until I can hear his head rattle against the helmet. I feel arms circle my waist and try to pull me off maxx but I only lock my legs behind maxxs back. not letting go anytime soon. I start punching at him. what only makes me furious is he can't feel my punches through the armor and I only punch harder. I feel more arms circle my waist pulling and pulling until. I start to feel my legs give and the asshole slip from my grasp. red still clouds my vision and all I see and hear are Meg's heartbroken sobs and red bloody arms. I don't scream I don't make anymore punches I only stare in pure raw anger towards maxx. he stands up with the help of teammates. he takes off his helmet and runs his hand though the back of his head. he's hand comes back red with blood. I stare at the hand, I growl, overcome with my animal instincts. he looks from his bloody hand to me, Over and over again.

People are standing around us now all staring at me, but I don't seem to care.

That jerk.

That assbutt.

Act like he doesn't even seem to care that he shattered every inch of life in my best friend. because when I looked into my best friends eyes, I saw no life what so ever. meg had given up on all of life. she didn't care if she lived or even had a future.

"What the hell is wrong with you bitch?!" maxx screams in disbelief and anger.

I growl and struggle to escape my captors arms. they. yes two of the coaches, hold tightly to my arms. I bare my teeth and growl again. he steps back as I stare him dead in the eyes. he steps back and takes hold of one of his teammates. the coaches try to turn me away from him but I don't want to, so it's a struggle for them. I bite them and kick them a few times until I'm faced in the other direction with people in front of me trying to calm me down.

After awhile I start to feel my heart slow down to a normal pace and my breathing slow. I take several deep breaths and try to calm myself. I look at the faces but not exactly looking at them. the red has finally left my vision but it still leaves hints of pink at the edges.