Death of the Perfect Girl

60- The Broken Ones

    Poppy sat up on her bed with her hand over her mouth, trying to prevent herself from waking her parents. She wept from shock. She had had a good day, just for it to be ruined in one phone call.

She slipped out of her bed and snuck out of her room holding her phone in her hand. She looked at her parents' room. They had to get their sleep after coming home less than two hours before. She couldn't wake them to talk. They were always too tired or too busy.

Poppy slipped down the stairs and out the front door in her pajamas. The sky was purple. She made her way down street after street until she came upon Fisher's house. She stood on the front lawn and called him. He immediately picked up.

"Sadie, what part of I don't care don't you understand?"

"It's not Sadie," Poppy frowned shaking from the cold air.

"Poppy-"

"I'm on your front lawn. I know this is crazy. I just...I need you."

"I'm coming." Fisher hung up.

Not too long afterwards, the front door opened.

He ran down the steps and she walked to meet him. He put his hands on her tear covered cheeks and looked her in the eyes. He hugged her then he held her hand and led her into the house. They snuck up the stairs and down the hallway. Then they walked into his bedroom.

He shut the door then he looked at Poppy. "What's going on?" He whispered. "What's wrong?"

Sadie looked at Hanna who laid fast asleep. "This is stupid," she turned back to Fisher. "I wasn't thinking. I'm going to get you in trouble."

Fisher put his hands on her arms. "No. It's okay. Something's wrong. I get it. What's wrong?"

Poppy frowned then she began to cry. "Sadie called me."

"She called me too."

"Did she tell you that she hated you too?"

Fisher's brows dropped. "...She did what?"

"She told me that she hated me and that she hopes I drop dead," Poppy looked down. "She doesn't know what's going on with me... What's on my mind? And I was so stupid that I actually grabbed my phone and picked it up the moment she called. I thought she needed my help. I was worried. But she had just called to tell me to die," Poppy furrowed her brows. "And I can't help but love her still."

Fisher stared at Poppy with compassion.

"Because I know that she's human...and going through something...and that she needs love," Poppy began to weep again. "She just needs love," she looked at Fisher.

He frowned then slowly wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her cheek then he sighed. He hadn't thought about Sadie as broken. He thought of her as sick and crazy and selfish but never broken. Maybe it was because he hadn't been through much. He had a happy home with just a missing mother. But Poppy, Mason, Liam and Sadie were broken. They were young and suffering and only two of them cared for others who were.

"Fisher?" Hanna sat up on his bed rubbing her eyes.

He and Poppy quickly turned to her.

"Is that Poppy? What time is it?"

Poppy wiped her cheeks then she looked at Fisher.

He quickly walked over to Hanna, he put his hands on her cheeks. "You're just tired. Go back to sleep."

Hanna stared at Poppy. "Are you crying? Are you okay?"

"She's fine, Hanna. Just go back to sleep-"

Hanna quickly got out of bed. She rushed over to Poppy and hugged her. "Don't cry. Fisher's a meany but he doesn't always mean it. He doesn't mean it."

Poppy looked at Fisher. "Maybe Sadie doesn't mean to hurt anyone either."

Fisher nodded. Poppy was right.