Status: On hold
Infection
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Her best friend is transsexual, so technically he is she, and his name is not really Benji at all, but it doesn’t really matter to her. The only thing he has ever done to hurt her was to continue being good friends with him – and that was done unintentionally. Maybe.
She thinks of this as she treads a well-worn path through her school, of how far she’s come to have a friend, let alone a best friend, when last year she had nothing. Last year, she was allowed nothing. She had distant friends she barely spoke a word too – including Benji – and someone who followed her around and tried to drink her soul.
Even the year before that, she was happier, though that was the year she began to spiral through up-down-up-down moods and her addictions started to dig into her and leave her breathless with either satisfaction or a deep, deep depression that cut her heart to ribbons.
Softly, at the back of her thoughts, she admitted that it was actually another year before that when the roots began to show.
She thinks of this as she treads a well-worn path through her school, of how far she’s come to have a friend, let alone a best friend, when last year she had nothing. Last year, she was allowed nothing. She had distant friends she barely spoke a word too – including Benji – and someone who followed her around and tried to drink her soul.
Even the year before that, she was happier, though that was the year she began to spiral through up-down-up-down moods and her addictions started to dig into her and leave her breathless with either satisfaction or a deep, deep depression that cut her heart to ribbons.
Softly, at the back of her thoughts, she admitted that it was actually another year before that when the roots began to show.