They all walked out and Fay was extra pale. "I'm fine. I promise."
"You sure do make a lot of promises." She chortled softly.
"I- uh- started writing in that diary." I try to start a conversation. "You can read it if you want."
"Are you sure?" She asked politely.
"Yeah," I answer, "I do need to talk to people more, but I can't find the right word unless I write them down."
I unscrew the panels for her. I take out the journal and whiskey. I hand her the journal and open the bottle. I take a sip straight from the bottle.
As she's reading, you can see the horror slowly grabbing at her face. I try to listen to the conversation that's going on right now.
"I just don't know if she'll want to." A woman, who I couldn't quite distinguish between my mom and the caretaker, said.
"She better," my dad said.
"That is terrible," Fay trembled, "Your mom is a horrible person."
"Ya think?" I laugh, "talk about the time she sold me to a rapist."
Her jaw dropped all the way to the floor. I began telling her the whole story. She just stared at me with amazement.
"No wonder you want to die."
"That's not the best thing to say to a suicidal person," I laugh.
"Whoops," she laughed, "that's not how I meant it to come out."
She hugged me hard, "I am so sorry for everything that you've been through."
"You don't have to be-" I tried to say.
"Shh," she interrupts me, pushing me on the bed with her hand over my mouth. Damn, she reminds me of Harlow. She scooted off my lap and laid down next to me with her face planted on the blanket.
"Whoops, I didn't mean to-," she realized what she did.
I get up slowly, trying to make sure she doesn't notice. I turned backwards and inserted my legs under hers. She didn't mind, she just turned her head and sighed. I scooted all the way back and braced myself. I lean forward and twist over until I'm facing up, sitting on top of her. I lean forward on her waist. My boobs squished on hers.
"You're good," I whisper. I slither off of her waist and lay back down. She sits there, thinking about what just happened, with her legs still spread open.
It felt good to be alive again. It felt gross though, I was technically her family. Maybe not genetically. She was obviously turned on, but was too cowardly to keep up. I sat there thinking about Harlow. I have to go to school again. Eww. Now, I literally have no friends.
"Well," Fay broke the silence, "this is awkward."
I grab the whiskey and journal and screw the screws back into the frame of my bed.
"What happens if our parents find out?" I ask.
"About what?" She cocks her head.
"Anything, everything." I sigh.
"Well one I will die. Like flat on out. You, it depends, you might get sent off to that hospital."
"Damn," I spat.
"We are gonna be fine," she said.
"Ew," she sighed, "are you ready for school?"
"Hell no," I shout. She laughs still flat in the position I left her in.
"Fay?" I ask. She looks at me. "We need to do something. Go somewhere."
"This house is so boring." She sighs.
"Do you know anywhere fun?" I ask.
"A few," she says, "unless we go into the prison!"
"Are we allowed?" I ask with a grin.
"I don't think so," she says, "maybe we should do that some other day."
It remains silent for a moment before Fay has a lightbulb above her head, "tree. Now. Let's go."
"What about the caretaker? Mom and dad!" I questioned.
"Fuck them!" She shouted a little too loud.