Lost Kitten

When you were younger you spent your school days with friends spanning from childhood ones to ones you've briefly spoken to. You were friends with the entire classroom and it felt as if you were at home wherever you went. That comfort would change one day though. It was subtle, yes, despite that it caught your eyes. One day your closest friends began to pick on a girl who hadn't spoken the entire year. You were originally against it. Your parents had taught you a stern moral compass and despite that it felt as if the needle went haywire.

Was it worth breaking that peace you had been given on a silver platter for the sake of upholding your morals, especially for a girl you would more than likely never meet nor talk to again? Your thoughts were in a jumble as if you held the question within your head before, as if you bottled it up in the past. Did you? Was it worth stressing about it for more than a second? As these thoughts jumbled in your own head and you had experienced your first dilemma.

By the time you opened your mouth Claudia was already bleeding. Your palm stifled any words that would spill out in hopes that force wouldn't be directed at you. You attempted to avert your eyes before eye contact could be made but, by then, your gazes had been met. She held this expression as if she was communicating with not a single noise being made from her mouth. The guilt had grown like a festering tumor in the back of your head.

Once again, you tried to help her up only after your friends had left. You stumbled and the desk leg got stuck under your own foot. The desk collapsed onto her, a sharp bent metal had exposed it, gashing her across the forehead leaving a gaping cut. Her face was covered in a crimson that never managed to lay on any of your clothes. Seeing it, you couldn't help but run away. Why wouldn't you. You could just as easily excuse it as being young. You did try to help her after all.

Having arrived home in a sweat, your skin shivering with a pain that stung with a fear that you had not felt prior. Immediately you begged both of your parents to switch schools, refusing to explain the context. They had both praised you and constantly bragged about your a