This is kind of like the short stories I used to write. I just wanted something to cry about lol
I sit in the bathroom stall, shaking furiously.
Tears stream down my face and I try my best to stay quiet. Thankfully, no one’s in here.
I can’t take the bullying anymore. I can’t take it. My backpacks ruined and ripped now, and no one will believe me. I can’t take it. Everything is so horrible…
I hold my head, ugly crying, when someone walks into the bathroom.
“Winnie? Are you in here?”
Oh god, I think. Not Diana, of anyone it could be…
I try to stay as quiet as possible, and try to stop my tears, but I’m still shaking.
She went over to the exact stall she knew I was in.
“Are you okay?” she whispers softly.
I wipe my tears, catching sight of her twinkly emerald green eyes in the crack of the door. “I’m-“ I can’t get any more words out. The next thing I know, I’m crying again.
“Can I come in?”
I know she won’t let me say no- and I suppose I want her there, because I find myself opening the stall door.
Diana comes in, and she hugs me. It startles me, but I let her. It feels kind of like a dream… something I’ve always wished would happen…
“I’m so sorry,” she says, ruffling my hair.
I’m getting her shoulder all wet, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She let me cry until there was nothing left, and then she looks at me.
“You don’t deserve this. This isn’t okay. Next time, text me or something. I don’t like seeing you hurt like this. I-“ she stops.
“I- well…” she sighs. “I love you. I don’t like having this happen to you. I want to do something about it. I hate how she’s treating you.”
I love you.
I’ve wanted to hear those words from her for ages.
As I gaze up at her, something feels different- like any thought of the outside world has been demolished, and it was only me and her.
“I love you too,” I say, meeting her eyes.
The next thing I know, she kisses me for a small moment.
“I’m going to do something about this. I’m going to help you. I promise things will get better,” she says.
I hope she doesn’t see me blushing as I lower my head.
And everything feels like it will be okay after all.
