I stood in my room staring out the window, looking down at all the people in the square yard everyone hung out in during their frees. I've spent many days down there, but today, well, today I stayed in, I couldn't face any of them.

They all knew what happened to me, hell, everyone in the school did. I was stabbed. In many places, like my right upper thigh, my left forearm, my left hip, and in my stomach. Today was the first day I was back to school, though I decided to stay in because I couldn't face them all. There's a difference in them knowing and in them seeing, and I don't want them to know the difference.

There's this very judgmental gang that lives at the edge of the Eden Hall campus. They're racists, sexists, and homophobic. Now, I know what you're thinking, it's because I'm a female and it's a gang of guys, nope. How about I'm black and they're all white? Wrong again. It's because I'm gay.

The phone startled me out of all my thoughts, my trance broken with the insistent ringing. "Hello?" My voice was groggy; being it was the first time I've spoken all day.

"Is Charlie Conway there?" The man questioned, the voice sounded vaguely familiar, but I could not place it.

"Speaking." I said sitting down on my bed; it took to much energy to do both at once. Being that I lost a lot of blood the doctor said I would be receiving headaches and having problems doing more than one thing at a time. I guess that doctors don't always tell you bull shit.

"This is detective Michelson from the Minnesota Police Department. I'm calling because we need to do an interview with you to find out exactly what happened. Are you able to come to the police department any time during this week?" Detective Michelson asked me.

I racked my brain for any information on what I had to do that week, finding none I told him I'd be able to, but that I wasn't sure when because of school and I would need someone to drive me there and stay with me.

"It's okay, son, I know it takes a while to find someone willing enough to sit in a police station for s few hours. Whenever you get the chance, please try to get here and ask for me." He said, his voice coming through loud and clear.

"Will do, sir, bye." I said to him and waited till I heard the click of the phone before I dropped it back onto the cradle. I sighed, dropping my head into my hand. I guess it was time to start talking to one of the hockey players, though I really didn't want to.

On the fifth ring I heard the phone pick up and his voice saying hello while it seemed he was chewing on something. "Can you do me a favor?" I asked and heard the surprise in his voice as he realized it was me.

"Sure, anything man. By the way, how are you feeling?" He asked; worry filling his every pore and seeping through the phone, making warmth flood my body.

"Better." I whispered. "I just got off the phone with detective Michelson; I need a ride to the police station tomorrow so he could ask me some questions about it all. I really don't want to go and you don't have to take me if you're busy, I'm sure I'll-" He cut me off.

"Charlie, shut up." He laughed lightly on the phone. "I'll take you and I'll stay with you if you need me to do so." He said.

"Can you do me a favor now?" I asked my voice breaking as I ran my head down on my hand making my fingers thread my hair. "Protect me? I'm scared." I whispered, tears threatening to make their way into my eyes and drop down my face.

"I'll-I'll be right over." I heard his breathing become erratic, and soon the phone hung up after I heard the shuffling of papers.