Depression High

Chapter Nine - Sunday (Week 2)

Sarah's P.O.V.

You know, I could've been in my bed asleep, dreaming about how much I hate myself but no. Here I am, walking to the police station, seeing if Abigail wants to charge me for a fight she started. But, I guess they saw me as the aggressor because I was the one on top of her with bloody knuckles. And to make matters worse, we're out of school tomorrow, but guess where I'll be spending most of my free day? At a fucking therapy session.
Walking into the station, I was met with an officer. "Put your hands behind your back." he ordered, making me sigh in irritation. I slowly put my hands behind my back and felt them being handcuffed. "Did she press charges already?!" I exclaimed in fear. "Ma'am, lower you voice, and no, she didn't. We just want to make sure you don't try to harm her again." he explained, leading me down the hallway.
But she hit me first! I wanted to tell him that so bad, but I kept my mouth shut. It's not fair dammit! I've been bullied by her for years and because I finally lost it, I'm the one at risk of getting charged! If she presses charges, I'll end my life in that goddamn cell.
We finally made it to the interrogation room. The officer opened the door to let me in. There sat Abigail with her eye bandaged up. I would've grinned if my guilt weren't eating away at me. I sat in the seat across from her.
We maintained eye contact for a few seconds before she looked away nervously. "You see that Sarah, you've scared this innocent teenager." the voice who I assumed as the detective said. I gritted my teeth at that sentence. "You must've had a few screws knocked loose as a kid." I muttered. "I suggest you watch that mouth of yours young lady. You're already on thin ice." the detective replied.
I sighed and slouched in my seat, knowing the detective was right. I'm at the mercy of my bully for God's sake. "As for you Abigail, the choice to press charges is your-" "No." Abigail cut him off, surprising us both. "What?" the detective asked in disbelief.
"You heard me. I'm not pressing charges." she repeated, folding her arms. The detective slammed his hands on the table, making me and Abigail jump. "She beat you! And continued to beat you while you were down and you just want to let her walk away?!" he yelled furiously. "You wouldn't understand." she said, looking down. "What?! What wouldn't I understand about this little brat-"
"I hit her first!" Abigail shouted, cutting the detective off once again. The detective went to say something, but a female interrupted him. "She's telling the truth sir. We pulled the camera footage from the school they attend." she explained. The detective huffed in anger and looked over at me. "Uncuff her. And I better not see you two in here again." he warned.
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I looked over at Abigail who had been awfully quiet since we left the station. I stopped walking, making her stop right next to me. "Why didn't you press charges?" I asked, looking up at her. "I hit you first. You responded back with anger. I deserved it." she said. "Oh, so you're just giving me another 'break'?" I asked, unamused.
"For God's sake Sarah no. I promised Emma I would be nicer." she explained. "Oh, so you're only doing it because she told you to?" I asked, folding my arms. "No Sarah! I care about you I just don't know how to express it!" she exclaimed, surprising me. She looked down at my face, looking for some kind of reaction. Then she did something unexpected.
She parted my bangs away from my eyes, getting a full view of my confused expression. She cupped my face in her hands, leaned down and planted a small kiss on my forehead, making me blush a little. Leaning up, she smiled at me before speaking. "Your eyes were always pretty up close. Even at the foster home." she said. I looked away, not knowing how to respond.
"I never meant to get all the attention." I said in an apologetic tone. "I know. I just happened to be the unfortunate one." she said, giving me a sad smile. "What you have down there is not unfortunate. It's actually a plus." I said, smirking at her. Abigail's face turned a bright red and she pulled her hood over her head. "D-don't say that!" she yelled in embarrassment.
I giggled and turned around to continue walking. "Wait! Are you expecting company?" she asked. "Why, you wanna come over?" I asked. "...maybe." she said quietly. "Well don't just stand there! Come on!" I said, jogging in the direction of my house.
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I pressed the play button on the DVD player and sat back down on the couch next to Abigail. "I would've expected Brittney to be over here. You two are dating after all." she said. "Period cramps." I said. "Oh. Can't relate." she replied, laughing. I playfully punched her arm.
"Lucky you." I said, leaning back on the couch. "What does it feel like?" she asked. "Hurts like hell. And there's so much blood." I said, cringing. "Sounds awful." she said. "Yeah it is." I said, letting out a tired sigh.
I didn't even notice myself leaning on Abigail's shoulder. I would've moved, but I was too tired. And Abigail didn't seem bothered by it so why not. I felt her lean her head down on mine. It was nice.
This is nice. No bullying. No fighting. Just us hanging out and enjoying each other's company. I wish it could last forever.
But, all good things do have to come to an end. I know this peaceful moment won't last. I'll just enjoy it while I have it. I looked up at Abigail who seemed to have fallen asleep. And she somehow got ahold of my hand.
I didn't have the heart to push her away and tell her to go home, so I just stared at her. She looked so peaceful. I looked back at the TV and continued watching the movie. I decided it would be best to start the movie over. By the time the credits popped up, I had already fallen asleep.

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