Who We Are (A Speck of Dust)

13: Day 20

12:02am

Jane Doe:
Can I scream?
Yep, I'm gonna do it.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
FUCKING HEEELLLLLLL

Saint Sherlock:
Well, salut!
What's wrong?

Jane Doe:
I'm so stressed out.
Ugh.
Why can't I get out of social interactions?
I wanna live in the forest. :((((

Saint Sherlock:
Huh? What happened?

Jane Doe:
Well, my high school friends invited me
to eat with them.
So like, I said okay to be polite.
Which is now I've realized my worst decision evaaah!

Saint Sherlock:
What's wrong with that?
I mean, they are your friends for a reason?

Jane Doe:
Wait, EX-FRIENDS.
I went into one of the semi-private high schools
here in London. My parents wanted to keep a
low profile. Idk why. But yeah.
Then I met these three friends who are like
super jealous of me and think I'm a liar since
I came from a rich family and all that.

Saint Sherlock:
Oh. I get it. That would really
be a problem since you're
like an alien to then.
When do you have to meet them?

Jane Doe:
This coming Saturday.

Saint Sherlock:
That's five days from now.
You have enough time to psych
yourself up to deal with them.
Just think of happy thoughts.
Question, what did they do to you?

Jane Doe:
They started a rumor in school that I was a liar
and I'm schizophrenic 'coz of "imaginary friends."
When in fact, I'm actually friends with those other
rich kids since I was in diapers. But yeah.
I lost every friend and like I was bullied.
At first I didn't know that they were the one who
started those rumors and I sought them for help.
They pretended to comfort me and all while they
were stabbing me in the back and telling everyone
how fake and whiny I was.
I only knew when it was graduation. When I
confronted them, they told me to grow up and don't
mind it. But I could still remember the trauma,
the wounds that I got when students thought it
would be cool to push you off the stairs and all.

Saint Sherlock:
Wait, what.
What the actual fuck
That's sick and low even for people
like them. Didn't you tell your
parents?

Jane Doe:
My friends don't want me to tell anyone.
I was scared and they acted like they knew the right
thing. Yeah, pathetic, I know.

Saint Sherlock:
No, Jane.
It's not your fault if you decided to
trust them. You thought they were
your friends so of course you would
do that. They're the one to blame for
making you go all through that.
I'm sending you a virtual hug.
No one deserves that.
especially not you.

Jane Doe:
You think so?
I thought I was just a failure and all.
Merci, Holmes.
I needed that.