Escaping Darkness

My Old Friend

We ended up talking all hour. The teacher, a pinned up ex-ballet dancer named Ms. Diamo, since she refused to go by 'Mrs.' cause it made her feel old, didn't seemed to mind that we ignored the entire lesson, catching up on everything we'd missed and realizing it'd be better if we were together than apart. Sounds cliche, I know, but it works. Soon after a boring lesson and a fun conversation, the bell finally rung. We both got up, grabbing our stuff, and decided to ditch the rest of the day since neither of our parents would care and we didn't care about classes since we never were in them anyways. We walked down the halls, the flickering lights and cracked stone walls never bothering us, as they used to. As we got to the back of the school we used the giant hole in the dance gate, people use to ditch, to leave. We walked out, breathing in the fresh bully-free air and walked down the street, laughing, trying to push the other into car-infested roads and drinking coffee we managed to steal from sneaking into coffee shops. It was the most fun I'd honestly had in a while. We walked as we went, drinking our newly stolen coffee with our poor condition flip phones. We went to our old tree, the broken treehouse still unused and uncleaned. Dabbson went up first, getting the old rope ladder down as he did. I soon followed after. We sat in the treehouse, the old juice stains and marker drawings still plastered on the floor and walls, our old beanbags, covered in dust and cobwebs and had larvae crawling on them. The little kitchen we used to use, to eat our snack we stole from Seven Elevens, was all too dirty to use now. I sat on the floor, dust flying up and around where I sat, making me cough at how much there was. Dabbson sat across from me, the same thing happening to him which made me cough once more. We looked at each other, silence consuming the room before we broke out into laughter. Dabbson is in the same boat at home as I am, just not as bad. His mother left him with his father, and his father, who had a horrible drinking issue, started to abuse him when he found out Dabbson was gay. My family just hated me, my brother and his slutty girlfriend joined in when I came out. My grandmother and sister were the only members of the family who were okay with it, my sister left to live with her so she didn't get hurt as well. I miss her. Dabbson has a big sister as well, whose also lesbian. She's engaged the last time I heard, not sure to who though. "Finally found out who my sister is engaged to." I looked up at him, curiosity killing me. "Who??" I asked, truly wanting to know. It made me excited. "Your sister, Lilith!" My mouth dropped.