G/t I Guess

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My whole body is shaking as I go to turn on my phone. I have to take a few steps just to climb on it and press the home button hard enough. As expected, it doesn't recognize my fingerprint. I imagine that's probably difficult since my hand is almost smaller than the button now.

After the third try, it finally gives me the option to type in my password manually. Thank goodness this phone regularly requires my password for Touch ID because I never use it otherwise and I'd be screwed right now.

My phone unlocks, and all my apps light up the home screen. I try to ignore the fact that each one is just about the size of my entire face. I find my contacts list and begin to use my fist to scroll through all the names. Who could I trust? Like really trust? Who do I know that might be careful, someone kind of quiet, someone who might be nice about this? Who would believe me in this situation anyway?

I pause when my eye catches a certain name: Sam. He's in my class, maybe a few months older than me, and he talks to most people in my friend group a lot. We've talked before, even though he's usually quiet, and he's a pretty chill dude. I don't know him as well as some of my other friends, but I trust him. I don't even know what some of my other friends would think of me like this anyway.

I take a deep breath of 'enough is enough' and select his name. He's probably my best chance. I move to the texting option and begin to type.

Me: hey, r u busy? i need sum help

Sam replies not thirty seconds later. Thank goodness he's being quick.

Sam: what's up?

Me: can u go 2 the bathroom by the junior hallway pls

Wow it's really hard to type like this. I try not to think about the reason why.

Sam: you ok?

Me: not relly i just need u to come here

Sam: are you sick? Should I get one of the nurses?

Me: nononono i need u, no nurse

Sam: aight I'm omw
Sam: care to share why you need my help?

Me: u'll see when u get here just pls don't frek out

Sam: ok but you still won't tell me what's going on, so no promises

Me: pls pls don't

Sam: you're in the junior bathroom, right?

Me: ye

Sam: ok, almost there
Sam: sorry I was all the way in band but we weren't doing anything important

Me: oh sorry u had to miss it

Sam: no it's fine, I said we weren't doing anything important, don't worry

Me: can u just promisd u'll keep an open minx?

Sam: I can try, but it'll be easier not to "frek out" if you just tell me what happened

Me: even if i tell u u won't beleive me

Sam: ???

Me: and no u'd prolly frek out more

Sam: what's that supposed to mean???

Me: just get in here
Me: pls don't frek oit
Me: pls

My hands shake more and more as I type. I shiver at the realization that every minute that passes he gets closer, closer to finding me like this. Better him than...well, pretty much anyone else, but I still have no idea how he'll react. Maybe he won't be so nice after all, maybe he'll be super rough, maybe he'll want to keep me, maybe he'll go around everywhere showing me to everyone in the whole scho-