"Hey it's okay to cry." Peter murmured into my hair, but I just shook my head. "Yeah it is." I pulled out of the hug and looked at him in disbelief. "No, you never know when someone will use your emotions against you." I started speaking from experience. His brows furrowed and he looked at me as if searching for something. "You can trust me. I will never do that." He promised but I just shook my head. "Just because you know how I feel doesn't mean I can trust you. I barely know you and you want me to trust you?" I asked in disbelief. "What have you done that shows I can trust you?" he looked at the floor than me my gaze again. "I stood up for you in there." He grinned proud of himself. "One thing doesn't mean I should trust you." I replied and that turned and walked away. "Where are you going?" Peter called out to me. I looked over my shoulder and grinned. "Free period next why not start?" I called out and then walked through the doors. I debated about what to do and decided to finally look through my old journal. I walked home avoiding any police cars I saw and then raced upstairs. I pulled out the journal and took a deep breath and opened it.
Day 1,
The mean man who killed mommy and daddy took me to a building with lots of people in it. They all wore white coats and had folders. He handed me off to a man and the man gave him money. The mean man left me and the white coat man told me his name was Gerry. He gave me this book and told me to write what I felt. I don't know what he mean't but I started crying and he slapped me. I don't like him at all. He took me to a small room and left me there. I really don't like it here.
Day 2,
Gerry came back this morning and took me to a room filled with white coat people. They poked me and took blood out of me and I started crying again. That's when Gerry told me to shut up and slapped me again. After they did all that stuff they put me in the little room again and gave me some food. When I asked for a cookie they ignored me but while I was supposed to be sleeping. A nice lady gave me one and ran off.
Day 3,
They took me to the room again and this time they gave me a shot. It hurt so much. It felt like I was hot all over but it hurt really bad. I started screaming and they put tape over my mouth. Then they left me in the little room again but this time there was already a cookie there.
I shut the book horrified at what those people would do to a scared little girl. Then when I thought about what I had written the memories started coming. I saw my parents lying dead and a man grinning at me and then being taken away. How I got to the lab with scientists everywhere and then they put me in a cell. All the tests they did and worst of all the injection. It felt like my veins were on fire. I knew now why I hated to cry in front of people. I tried to get the memories out of my head but they were stuck. It was like they were branded in my brain. I got off my bed and sat in the corner rocking back and forth remembering the horrifying image of my parent's death. I don't know how long I was there before I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I jumped up immediately and slammed the person against the wall. I was about to punch them when I saw Peter. "You know you really have to stop doing this to me." He grinned teasing me but his smile faded when he saw my face. "Are you alright?" He questioned with worry in his voice and concern etched in his face. I turned to a mirror and saw tear streaks on my cheeks and I had red eyes. "I'm fine" I stated turning away and wiping my cheeks. "Why are you even here?" I asked turning back to him. "Do you even know what time it is? You've been gone the whole school day. I would know since we've apparently have all the same classes." He joked with concern still showing in his eyes. "Are you sure you're alright?" "I'm fine; you can leave if you want." He just scoffed at my answer. "I didn't know fine people rocked themselves in a corner." "Well they do and I only missed two classes" I defended my self. "I didn't know free periods lasted that long." He quirked an eyebrow at me and I just had to smile. "It won't happen again Mr. Policeman." I joked and he smiled. "I promise. I just remembered something I previously forgot." "Well if you're sure, don't want my new friend down in the dumps." His face was serious now and I could tell he actually cared about me. "I am. I will also see you in school tomorrow. Your aunt is probably worried about you." I pushed him to my door and walked him down the stairs. "And next time ring the doorbell." He turned to me surprised. "I did a couple of times actually. I came in because I was worried you weren't answering." He explained and I felt the heat to rush to my cheeks. "Oh..." I mumbled. "Anyways I'll see you tomorrow So!" He called and then he skated down the street. He gave me a nickname I thought to myself. The only person to do that. I closed the door and leaned against it. "Bye Peter." I whispered and then walked upstairs.