Depression High

Chapter Five - Wednesday

(This counts as a swear warning for every chapter from here on out)

Sarah's P.O.V.

Great, just wonderful. I tried to vent to Marty thinking it would help, but that backfired. Not only did he make Emma feel like a bad person, but he also told Marcus. I ended up staying at home because I hyperventilated in class yesterday. Now I'm just waiting for everyone to show up.
I texted all of them yesterday after the incident, telling them we're having a meeting at my house. Should I tell Abigail? After all she is the cause of this. Oh screw it, I'll just take the risk. I sent her a text.

Sarah - Abigail, we need to talk.

I waited a few minutes. What if she's mad at me? What if she beats me up? My phone vibrating interrupted my thoughts.

Abigail - About what? And why aren't you at school?

I took a deep breath.

Sarah - Well I told Marty about Monday and he made Emma feel bad about it. And after cussing him out, I hyperventilated in class yesterday.

I dropped my phone and put my head in my hands. Why did you tell her that Sarah?! She's your bully not your best friend! My phone vibrated again. I picked it up and looked at it.

Abigail - I'm on my way.
What, what, WHAT?! Why is she leaving school?! Why is she coming to my house?! Oh go I'm hyperventilating again.
I got out of my bed and started pacing around. I began fidgeting with my hands, something I do when I'm paranoid. A knock on my front door made me stop in my tracks. How did she get here that fast?! Should I let her in?
My front door opening stopped my racing thoughts. "Sarah? You up there?" I heard Abigail yell from downstairs. I covered my mouth and tried to calm my breathing. "Did you have another panic attack?" she asked, her voice getting closer. I ran towards my bedroom door and yanked it open, being face to face with Abigail, who looked shocked.
"I'm...fine." I said, breathing heavily. Abigail looked somewhat concerned. Is there something on my face? "Your face is pale." she said, reaching towards me. I gently brushed her hand away.
"Maybe I just need some water." I said reassuringly. "You need to lay back down." she said. I shook my head and tried to walk past her. Suddenly, I felt nauseous and fell forward. I heard Abigail yell before I passed out.
Wait, what was that on Abigail's shirt? Was that my name? Am I her favorite person? That'd be hilarious. I was never capable of being anyone's favorite person.
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I don't know how long I had been passed out, but when I woke up, Abigail was holding me, and everyone was glaring at her. I leaned up and returned the glare in Marty's direction. "Apologize to Emma...now." I demanded. Marty scoffed and rolled his eyes, making Marcus grab his ear. "Apologize." he said in a low tone.
"Fine!" Marty said angrily, turning in Emma's direction. "I'm sorry...that you're a horrible therapist!" he exclaimed, making Marcus grab him by the hair. "Did you think I was fucking joking?" Marcus asked in a menacing tone. Marty whimpered and shook his head. "Now apologize the right way." he said, letting go of Marty's hair.
"I-I'm sorry." Marty said, sniffing. "For what?" Marcus asked. "For making you...seem like a bad person." he said, bursting into sobs. Marcus pulled him into a hug, rubbing the part of his head that he had grabbed. "I forgive you." Emma said.
I stood up, clearing my throat, making everyone look at me. "Guys, I appreciate you trying to help me, but this is not the way." I said. Marty went to say something, but I stopped him. "Of I need you guys to help me, I will let you know, understood?" I asked. They all nodded.
I looked at Marty and motioned for him to come here. "Marty, I'm not mad at you. I was just frustrated." I said, hugging him. "You forgive me?" I asked. He nodded, looking up at me. "M'kay. Can you guys give me and Abigail a few minutes?" I asked.
They all gathered up and left through the front door, leaving me with Abigail. I turned around and looked at her. "Why do you hate me?" I asked in a sad tone. She gave me a look of guilt and looked away. "It's not that easy to explain." she said, laying back on the couch.
I sighed, knowing she wasn't gonna tell me much more. "At least let me see your shirt." I asked. Abigail looked over at me in confusion. "Why?" she asked in defense. I sighed again.
"Before I fainted, I thought I saw my name." I explained. She stood up and walked towards me. She pulled her jacket to the side, revealing a black shirt with my name in white letters. I felt my face heat up before I looked to the side. I probably looked like a tomato right now.
"A-am I your favorite person?" I asked in embarrassment. "What does the shirt say?" she asked sarcastically. I almost fainted again. Abigail walked towards my front door before turning to look at me. "I wish my insecurity hadn't gotten in the way of how I felt for you." she said sadly, before opening the door and leaving.
What does she mean how she felt for me? Does she...love me? Is that why she bullies me? Because she's insecure? But...I'm not perfect...

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