So, hey everyone! I'm back with another half chapter, and I know, I know, a little late. (I lay the blame on poor internet.) Anyways, I hope you enjoy and review, and I'll see you later.

Chapter Two and a Half: Alleviation

3/21/19

Entry #16

I was walking in the woods today, trying to come up with a plan to defeat Wordgirl and win her heart, when I heard somebody sobbing. I tried to ignore the noise, but I couldn't. It reminded me too much of when I was younger, when I used to run to the woods and cry, wishing somebody would console me, but there was no one who would come and give me a word of solace. I wouldn't admit to anybody that I had some type of sensitivity (and I don't)-years of pain had rubbed away any trace of good and empathy that I had towards the human race-but in that moment, I was able to feel some sort of pity towards the person, and something inside me urged me to go and be the warm comfort this person needed. In the end, I gave in to the urge-it was too strong for me to resist-and slowly walked towards the crying person. When I saw who it was, I almost turned on my heel and walked out of there, but I didn't. Because even people like Becky Botsford needed some alleviation, no matter how much she has aggravated me in the past. I hesitantly walked towards her, my feet making no sound against the forest floor.

She was hugging her knees, head bent, back to a tree, and her brown hair was covering her face. Her body was shaking from the heavy breaths and sobs she let out. I stopped a few feet away from her, unsure of what to say. What do you say to a girl-that is your rival-who's crying? Hello, I'm here to comfort you? A casual greeting? Hey?

A very soft, almost inaudible 'what's wrong?' escaped my lips.

"Oh, everything's wrong!" She sobbed out. I was so startled that she heard me, I didn't answer on time, making her think that I left.

"But you like everyone probably don't care. You think because I act so perfect that nothing in my life is bad. Lies! Do you hear me? Or did you leave already? Hello?" She didn't look up, and kept on crying. "Life is worthless. Nobody cares about me, how I feel. Absolutely nobody." She looked up, but not in my direction, and brandished out a knife. She played with the blade, and looked at it consideringly. "Maybe-"

I don't know what made me say this, but the thought of Becky killing herself was too much for me. "No! I care! Becky, don't!" I ran towards her and tried to wrestle the knife out of her hand with no success. Instead, I cut my hand accidentally, my maroon blood startling against my pale skin. Becky dropped the knife on the floor, and quickly got up.

"Are you okay?" She asked me. I suppressed the urge to reply a sarcastic remark.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"I rather it be me instead of you." I said, cutting her off. She grabbed my hand and said,

"But why? You don't even like me."

"I like you," She stared at me. My cheeks turned red."Not in that way. But as a friend."

"Friend? I don't want friends. They're backstabbers, apostates, traitors, betrayers, double-crossers, double-dealers, Judas's, quislings, recreants, serpents, snakes, turncoats, fabricators, fabulists, fibbers, prevaricators, hypocrites, insincere, two-faced, perjurious-"

"Whoa, slow down!" I said. "You got your point across already. Friends are, um, what's the word again, starts with a 'p' ends in 'dious' and means treacherous?" I asked in hopes that it would put her in a better mood.

"Perfidious." She said in a monotone voice. She stared at my hand. My blood oozed viscously from the gaping and far-reaching wound on my palm.

"Ah, yes, perfidious." I looked at her carefully. Her brown eyes, so usually filled with life and spark, were now voids of hurt and anger. Cold. I gently touched her tear stained cheek and asked,

"Tell me what's wrong. You'll feel better if you do."

She moved her gaze from my wounded hand to my eyes. I gave her a small smile. She opened her lips and said-

A/N:

Mwua ha ha ha ha! I am so evil. I wonder where I get that from... Anyways this is, as you may have noticed, a diary entry. (You probably know who wrote it.) So please review, and I hope you enjoyed. Bye!

Robots Forever,

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