chapter 6:
"yeah ash, its me."
"ok, what brings you to calling me?"
"well...something is bothering Terri. I just know it! And she wont tell me what it is and supposedly no one else is noticing that theres something wrong with her. She's really worrying me, ash. I thought that if i couldnt find out, than only one other person could, and that person is you, ashley."
"uhm, alright. I'll talk to her and see what i can do. But there are no promises. I dont know for sure if i'll be able to drag it out of her. I mean, its not like we're really friends anymore. She chose Paige over me."
"True, but really! Try your best!"
"ok, bye."
"peace."
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After dinner, Paige went up to her room. And just as she'd thought, Mikey followed. When she tried to close her door, he reached his arm out to grab it so she couldnt escape him.
"Paige! I need to talk to you...NOW!"
"Mikey, now is not a good time for me. Please, just go away."
"No, I cant just sit back and watch my little sister constantly crying and droaning around the house. I just cant do it anymore!"
"I still go to Ms. Sovet for counseling. Let her deal with me. "
"Whatever." said Mikey walking away, feeling frusterated.
Then Paige slammed her door and took out a folder filled with things like, poems and letters that Ms. Sovet made her write. It was apart of the 'healing process.' And whenever she got mad, depressed, upset, or felt any bad emotion about her rape or life in general she was supposed to take out the folder and write about what she was feeling. She could write it in any form. But this time, she chose to write a poem. Paige was never good at writing poems, so after a few minutes of thinking and scribbling thoughts, she said outloud, "screw the damn poem, screw the whole world!" Instead she wrote this 'piece of work,' as Ms. Sovet called it, in journal form, as she usually did.
'Today wasnt such a great day. Actually, it was horrible. On the outside at school I seem happy as I always do, but a lot of the time I'm not. I'm feeling depressed. The thoughts of that party are flashing through my head over and over. I just cant seem to escape it. Sometimes I feel trapped in a corner. It's Emma's fault I'm feeling this way. That bitch yelled stuff at me in the hallway. Thats why my day was so horrible, i guess. I had been doing ok for a while, until she opened her big fat mouth about Dean and me being a slut. And she yelled it so everyone heard. '
::RiNg rInG RiNg::
Paige answered her phone in her bedroom and to her surprise it was none other than Josh.
"Hey Josh. Whats up?"
"Ehh, nothing really. I just wanted to talk to you."
"Really? What about?"
"Well, I was sort of wondering if you'd like to be my girlfriend?"
"Oh Josh, of course I do!" said Paige excitedly, immediately snapping out of her depression. Then, she kissed the phone, so that Josh knew that if he were there, she would kiss him. The two talked a while about nothing in particular and before they knew it, Paige had to go. So, they said 'goodbye.' After they hung up the phone, Paige mummbled to herself, 'maybe this day wasnt as bad as I'd thought.'
"yeah ash, its me."
"ok, what brings you to calling me?"
"well...something is bothering Terri. I just know it! And she wont tell me what it is and supposedly no one else is noticing that theres something wrong with her. She's really worrying me, ash. I thought that if i couldnt find out, than only one other person could, and that person is you, ashley."
"uhm, alright. I'll talk to her and see what i can do. But there are no promises. I dont know for sure if i'll be able to drag it out of her. I mean, its not like we're really friends anymore. She chose Paige over me."
"True, but really! Try your best!"
"ok, bye."
"peace."
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After dinner, Paige went up to her room. And just as she'd thought, Mikey followed. When she tried to close her door, he reached his arm out to grab it so she couldnt escape him.
"Paige! I need to talk to you...NOW!"
"Mikey, now is not a good time for me. Please, just go away."
"No, I cant just sit back and watch my little sister constantly crying and droaning around the house. I just cant do it anymore!"
"I still go to Ms. Sovet for counseling. Let her deal with me. "
"Whatever." said Mikey walking away, feeling frusterated.
Then Paige slammed her door and took out a folder filled with things like, poems and letters that Ms. Sovet made her write. It was apart of the 'healing process.' And whenever she got mad, depressed, upset, or felt any bad emotion about her rape or life in general she was supposed to take out the folder and write about what she was feeling. She could write it in any form. But this time, she chose to write a poem. Paige was never good at writing poems, so after a few minutes of thinking and scribbling thoughts, she said outloud, "screw the damn poem, screw the whole world!" Instead she wrote this 'piece of work,' as Ms. Sovet called it, in journal form, as she usually did.
'Today wasnt such a great day. Actually, it was horrible. On the outside at school I seem happy as I always do, but a lot of the time I'm not. I'm feeling depressed. The thoughts of that party are flashing through my head over and over. I just cant seem to escape it. Sometimes I feel trapped in a corner. It's Emma's fault I'm feeling this way. That bitch yelled stuff at me in the hallway. Thats why my day was so horrible, i guess. I had been doing ok for a while, until she opened her big fat mouth about Dean and me being a slut. And she yelled it so everyone heard. '
::RiNg rInG RiNg::
Paige answered her phone in her bedroom and to her surprise it was none other than Josh.
"Hey Josh. Whats up?"
"Ehh, nothing really. I just wanted to talk to you."
"Really? What about?"
"Well, I was sort of wondering if you'd like to be my girlfriend?"
"Oh Josh, of course I do!" said Paige excitedly, immediately snapping out of her depression. Then, she kissed the phone, so that Josh knew that if he were there, she would kiss him. The two talked a while about nothing in particular and before they knew it, Paige had to go. So, they said 'goodbye.' After they hung up the phone, Paige mummbled to herself, 'maybe this day wasnt as bad as I'd thought.'
