Catch Me

Ch. 25

Coraly's pov

Today Demi's decided the plan is to go skating which I've never done before. Honestly, it's always something I've wanted to do. It looks fun. However I am scared I'll end up breaking my arm or something. It doesn't seem to take much for me to get hurt.

"So you've never been skating before?" She asks.

Is snake my head, "Never. Is it hard?" I ask.

"Ice skating is. I never did get the hang of ice skating. But just regular skating isn't." She says.

Well that's comforting.

"Although I have to ask, I've seen a photo on your Instagram where you are in skates. So did you just not skate?" She asks.

"Nope. I put them on and then got a massive nose bleed so I ended up just taking care of that then going to the arcade in the skating rink. I didn't want to injure myself after taking care of a nose bleed that lasted 30 minutes." I say.

"Huh, you're actually really soft compared to your Instagram aesthetic." I say.

"Shhhh, no one needs to know that." I say.

She laughs, "So when are you going to revive you're instagram account?"

I shrug, "I feel kinda weird doing it you know? I'm pretty sure the entire world knows what happened. I feel like there's no way I can just post a photo without being bombarded by people asking about what happen. I log onto Instagram and immediately have people asking if I'm ok, why did I do it, and stuff to that sort. I just want people to forget it happened and leave me alone about it. When I come back to Instagram I just want to be left alone." I say.

"You can always make a finsta you know?" She suggests.

"Yeah, but I like talking to people you know?" I ask.

"Maybe have a finsta and a public. However pro tip, don't let your main follow your finsta." She says.

"I guess, it's not like I'd have anyone following my finsta though. I only have a few internet friends and that's all. I kinda have all of you blocked on my Instagram anyway." She says.

"Minus me, which reminds me, why?" I ask.

"If I blocked you then I couldn't see your post and despite what it might have seemed like, I was curious to know what you were doing. I lived with everyone else so I didn't care to know what they posted, but I didn't want them to know what I posted. You never liked my photos so I assumed that you never payed attention to my account, or had it muted. Either way, you never payed attention to it. I just hid my stories on some days away from you. I didn't think you payed attention to my account at all until I saw you viewed my story one day. I started checking who viewed them more often after that." She says.

"I didn't pay attention to your posts, but I did watch your stories. I had your posts muted for a while. However I didn't mention I saw your posts because I didn't know if you didn't block me by accident or purpose. I didn't realize you checked story views and already knew I was able to still see your account. But you know, you can hide your story from me all you want, but your followers do still dm me your stories. I know about the drinking, vaping, I think I was shown weed one time. So I do know regardless." I warn.

"How many of you knew about that?" She asks almost nervously.

"All of us, I just chose to focus on your health and watched close to see if it'd be something you'd do again. I didn't see the point in yelling at you for something in the past when there was a lot of other things happening in the present. I told mom and dad to do the same thing." I say.

She seems to relax a little bit but I'm not fine with the conversation, "So why did you think any of it was a good idea?"

"My problems weren't always fixed by cutting. I needed to escape them a lot further sometimes, so I figured being high or drunk would be sufficient. Just long enough for my brain to get the memory out of my mind and forget about it by the time I was sober again." She explains.

"And when was the last time you did anything?" I ask.

"That you know of it like at all?" She asks quietly.

"At all." I say.

"I drank or smoked or vaped everyday at Dianna's house when you brought me back. But I've cut a few times that you don't know about at your house even after you took my blade." She says quietly.

I expected the last bit. I know she has more, but I don't know where she has them. I don't have a right to go through her stuff to find them either. However I didn't expect to hear the first part.

"You know that's not the way to handle things don't you?" I ask.

She nods, "I do now, yes. You make things better."

With us at the skating rink, I decide to drop the topic because I do want her to have fun. This will be a topic we address again.

"You ready?" I ask.

She gives a small nod and I look down at my phone to see Max is already inside, so I lead the way for Coraly and I.

"You've got it all to yourself." Max says as I walk through the building.

"Thank you." I say as I see Coraly tense up looking at him.

"Can you maybe just be security from a far today?" I ask and he nods.

I get the skates for Coraly and I and get mine on easily and watch her do hers, "Are they supposed to be tight?"

"Tight enough that your foot doesn't move." I say and she nods.

With her skates laced she stands up and I lead the way to the concrete rink, "So how do I do this? Last time I just walked in them." She says.

"You skateboard right?" I ask.

She looks at me a bit confused, "How do you know?"

"I told you I follow your Instagram. I've seen the photos of you with skateboards." I chuckle.

She holds onto the side of the wall and looks at me waiting for her instructions, "Think of it like skateboarding. You move your foot until you have enough momentum to just slide. Skate the same way but you use two feet to move. It'll feel a bit weird at first but once you get the hang of it, it's easy." I say.

"I want to use the wall."

"You can do that, but I'm not going to let you fall." I say.

I watch her move her feet slowly and grip on the wall as she wobbles, "This is not like skateboarding." She says as I skate behind her.

"I bet skateboarding is a lot harder." I say.

"Not at all."

"I believe it would be."

"Nope."

After a few moments she lets go of the wall and skates beside it and within a few more minutes, she's skating on her own, "See I told you it wasn't hard."

"Yes it is." She says.

"I'm beginning to think you just like to argue." I say.

"A little." She smiles.

For an hour we skate around the rink before boredom hits her and we end up in the arcade. She bounces to the ski ball machine and at this point her eyes are light up.

How is it the smallest of things make her so happy? If I took Madison here she'd have fun but she wouldn't exactly be as ecstatic as Coraly is. I wish Coraly could stay this happy, I'd take her here everyday if I could.