"Good morning :) How'd you sleep?"

"On my side and hugging my panda bear :P"

"Lol."

"I had a nightmare, actually."

"What?"

"I got raped."

"I'll kill the man."

"It was just a dream."

Lie.

"So? I will still kill him."

Lie.

-x-

It's said that when we wake up in the mornings, we have two options: go back to sleep and dream, or wake up and face reality. Suki chose the second option as she laid on her cotton sheets and cowered under the warm blankets. The events from the previous night played over and over inside her head. She was supposed to give him her virginity. She was supposed to kill herself today. She was supposed to be dead.

What the hell happened?

Sokka.

That's what happened.

The girl turned around and stared blankly at the wall. Why did she think of him? Why did that make her change her mind? But more importantly; why the hell did she think of him? Why?

She had never really even met the guy. Other than a few pictures, Suki had never seen him in the flesh. The truth is, she met him online through one of her old friends. If memory serves right, it was late October about two years ago. The teengers acted awkward at first when they began to exchange emails back and forth. But after a while, they became quick friends and sometimes waited for the other to log on.

You know how hearts sometimes quicken when a name pops up? Suki never actually felt that. In fact, she was quite annoyed with Sokka at times and considered to block him on a few occassions. But for some reason, she could never get herself to do that. Suki just figured it was due to being lazy. But no, it had to be something more.

One time, they didn't talk for a few months because his internet was discontinued. He didn't even cross her mind after two months of never hearing from him. The most Suki would do was ask people if Sokka would ever come back. He did, eventually.

It was a Tuesday when they would talk again. The month, day, and hour don't mean much. Tuesdays are bad, and Suki swears by that. She has noticed over the years that everything bad that happens usually occurs on a Tuesday. But with Sokka coming back, she decided that the "good" category deserved this day.

Tuesday.

Junior year.

It was after school, she remembers that much, and right after she spilled her favorite bottle of green nail polish all over her bedroom floor. It was just a typical Tuesday. Her father was screaming at her mother, for the fourth time this week. Yep. Just another Tuesday. That is, until she got online and saw the once-familiar name. Sokka.

The girl wasted no time sending him an instant message:

Suki: Hey! What are you doing on? I've missed you :)

Sokka: I've missed you too :) Right now I'm at the library.

Suki: Stealing their wireless?

Sokka: Lol. You bet.

Suki: Haha.

Sokka: I have to get off in two minutes... They have time limits.

Suki: But I've missed you! :(

Sokka: And I've missed you :) Don't worry. We're getting internet again next week.

Suki: When?

Sokka is offline.

He didn't lie at least. The boy was online again within a week, and things between the friendship started right back off. It was like he had never left.

The two of them spent several weeks talking and catching up. Sokka had gone through a heart break, he was sick of his father, and his sister had fallen for his best friend. Suki was happy with her boyfriend, Ralf, getting ready to celebrate their two year anniversary, and trying her hardest to pass Chemistry. Nothing much really changed in their lives.

But fate had other plans as Sokka disappeared again. Getting used to his routine, Suki shrugged it off and continued her happy life. After all, he was just some boy she met online.

The two year anniversary quickly came and went for Suki. But the days after? It was time for her final exams.

Monday: Home Economics and World History.

Tuesday: Chemistry and Pre-Calculus. (See? Tuesdays are bad.)

Wednesday: Composition and English 1010.

One last year of school. Finally. Good riddance 11th grade!

But the first day of summer vacation?

Her boyfriend broke up with her. Why? There was another girl...

Suki's world quickly tore apart. She ran to all of her friends for comfort and reassurance. The first three days were horrible. Suki couldn't stop crying and wanted her life to end. On Monday, one week after school ended, that name appeared again. Sokka. But unlike last time, he sent her the message first:

Sokka: Are you ok?

Suki: Getting better. How are you?

Sokka: I'm fine.

Suki: So... Ralf broke up with me.

Sokka: I know. You sent me an email.

Suki: Oh? I did?

Sokka: Yes. And I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you :)

Suki: Thank you :)

It's funny how talking about a problem to everyone a person knows can make it seem less of a loss. After time Suki's heart had healed, just like everyone said it would. But Sokka had disappeared again...

Suki sat back and watched the world around her change:

Her father was yelling at her mother daily.

She quit her job.

Her cousin had confided in her that she was cutting herself.

She had a rebound.

Her uncle went to jail for possession of drugs.

She began school again. Her last year of high school had begun.

Senior year.

The days were flashing by quickly, like someone had suddenly decided to hit "Fast Forward" on the remote that controlled her life. But Suki didn't mind, for the plan had already formed inside her head. She wouldn't graduate high school. Instead, she would end her life.

No one knows what the future holds. To be honest, Suki had never liked the idea of the unknown. For the past three years, she had been going to school and letting others control her life. It's difficult to break into a new routine as soon as the diploma is nestled inside a hand.

But there is one silly thing that was holding her back. Virginity.

Suki had thought about it, fantasized about it, but she wanted to feel it.

It would just take time. Never hard to find someone who wants sex, but she wanted someone that she wouldn't get emotionally attached with. The plan was set.

But until then, Suki would just live the remainder of her life trying to have fun.

Winter break is when he came back.

Suki: Hey :D

Sokka: Hey :) What's up?

Suki: Nothing much. You?

Sokka: Lots.

Suki: ...Good or bad?

Sokka: Mostly bad.

Suki: I'm sorry :/ Want to talk about it?

Sokka: Can't. Have to get off soon.

Suki: Then text me. I'll send you my number.

Sokka: Maybe. gtg. bye.

Sokka is offline.

He never did text her that day. Or that week. But the following Tuesday, her phone began to vibrate. Not suspecting anything, she flipped open the device and read the text, "Suki? It's Sokka."

Frozen with happiness, Suki stared at the screen as though in shock before replying, "Wow! Takes you forever to text :P"

That was a month ago.

She smiled. Today was a Wednesday, and Suki laid quietly in bed.

Yesterday, she was weak. Today, she is stronger.

-x-

"Kill me."

"No."

"Why?"

"I could never do that. I care about you too much."

":("

":)"

AN: Might change this later. The one editing my story went out of town for a week XD I'm impatient! Besides that, we're fighting over naming the rapist in the first chapter. Opinions? I still don't think he deserves one. She thinks he needs one.