Blades Can't Control Me

The Fight.

As I was getting ready for school in the morning, a frightening thought came to me.

What if Lincoln tells someone? What if he tells my mom?

I couldn't let that happen, no more stress for her. I would not make her worry for me. And I did not want to see a therapist. I was fine.

I hated my thoughts. It was like my whole head was full of demons trying to get me killed. It sucked. So as usual I pushed them away and kept going.

After making sure I was ready and had all my stuff, I went downstairs.

My mother cleared her throat,"hey, Alecia. I need to talk to you about something."

Her tone of voice startled me,"sure."

"Why did you ditch yesterday? Tell me truthfully." She stated.

Oh no. This is what I was afraid of.

My face must have looked guilt because my mom began to freak out," you're not pregnant are you??? You did not have sex!?"

"No, no!! Ew mom! Why would I have sex?" I asked, definitely amused by her accusation,"mom, I ditched because I get getting pity from people. And you know how much I hate being pitied. It kept dragging me down, so I went to my favorite spot and hung out for awhile. That's all, I promise." I lied. I didn't really know I was such a good liar.

"Oh. Well please don't ditch again, okay? You can always call me to come pick you up." She was the best mom ever.

"Okay. I love you, but I'm late. I gotta go, I'll see you tonight!" I said as I walked through the wooden door frame.

I was unlocking my bike when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I saw flashbacks of yesterday and every time I was tapped at lunch. I jumped out my skin and fell over.

I looked up, nervous for no reason and saw the familiar face of Lincoln. He looked worried. Probably because I jumped and fell.

"Are you okay? Didn't mean to scare you!" He said as he helped me up.

I brushed myself off,"I'm fine, just startled.".

I could tell he knew why or knew he shouldn't push. At least one person had some common sense.

"Mind if we ride together? You're really my only friend right now..." he gestured to a blue bike behind him.

He considered me a friend? Wow. That's a first for me.

"Sure. It looks like we'll be spending a lot of time together, so thirty exits minutes won't hurt." He looked confused for a second so I quickly added," I'm your ambassador, remember?"

A look of remembrance flooded his face," yeah, I remember." He smile," I'm glad it's you."

We began to ride so we wouldn't be late for school.

"Why are you glad it's me? There are plenty of other people who'd love to be your guide." I was legitimately asking, I mean, he was talking about me right?

"Ya know, we gotta change this." He said, bluntly.

"Excuse me?"

Wtf, he wants me to change? I thought I finally had a friend!

"We need to change the way you think. Don't worry everything else is perfect, but the way you think brings you down. Those  idiots at school make you feel ugly and worthless, when they, in turn are the ugly ones." He said so poetically, I almost believed it.

"Wow." I was kind of in shock. I'd never thought if it that way.

"Is that good or bad?" He laughed.