Tina
I stood.
Corry looked up at me.
"Goin somewhere?" he asked.
"Yeah, for a walk," I answered.
"Oh ok."
I wobbled a bit: "whoa."
"Careful," Dianna told me.
I smiled at her: "thanks."
"Mmmhmm."
I made my way down the hall to the stairs. I went up them to the second floor.
As I walked down it I heard crying.
The hallway was dark and quiet. In the dark it seemed bigger. As I walked down it the crying drew nearer. I realised it was coming from the women's restroom and went in. The crying echoed against the walls then stopped, when whoever it belonged to sensed me.
I heard a small light female gasp which I recognised as Rachel's.
"Rachel?" I asked.
She sniffled: "yeah Tina?"
"Yeah it's me. What's wrong? Are you ok?"
"Well."
She breathed audibly.
"No not really."
I waited, patiently. The room grew quiet. I wondered where exactly Rachel was in the bathroom.
"Where exactly are you?" I asked.
"In the...by the sinks."
"Oh."
I knew the sinks were opposite under the mirrors and, in the dark, strange things often showed in the mirrors. My grandparents had taught me about that.
Because I was often quieter than the rest of the club, people found me easier to talk to then Rachel, who was driven and theatrical, or Amber, who was loud and demanding or Santana, who was flirtatious and sex charged.
"I just cut not too long ago," Rachel admitted.
I said nothing, continued waiting.
"Everyone expects me to be this big star. Very few might not realise I might not want to."
