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LoveFighter: Flora.

Me: Tj.

LoveFighter: How many tickles does it take to make a squid laugh?

Me:??

LoveFighter: ten-tickles.

Me: Tj, that was painful.

The joke forced me to crinkle my nose in not disgust, just in a cringing matter.

LoveFighter: Not as painful as you tearing my heart into shreds. Or a spider bite.

I sighed, curling myself tighter into a ball. The rain was pouring down hard, pounding the outside world and the piece of glass that made up my window. It was extremely loud because the window was slightly up, allowing the scent of the water to send chills down my spine.

Me: Spiders scare the shit out of me. The whole eight legs thing freaks me out.

LoveFighter: I'm all for spiders for eating mosquito's and whatnot but seriously, if I see them, they will be squished.

Me: Yeah and when you're in the shower and you see one on the ceiling and do this tango type dance with it just to make sure it doesn't fall on your head. Ugh, they're so annoying. Is it sad that I went to a freight house and wasn't even scared but I swear to god, if I see a spider, I freak out?

LoveFighter: You're not afraid of monsters?

Me: Nope, if anything they gave me a headache.

LoveFighter: Besides spiders, what else scares you then?

My fingers played with the keyboard on my phone, trying to find the correct answer to Tj's question. It was sort of a hard question to answer not just because you had to think about what truly scared you but telling someone else. I never had to answer this question, there was no reason to, my mom didn't ask, my dad didn't care and no one took any notice of me.

Me: Hm... Not a lot of things.

LoveFighter: Really?

Me: Well, I'm kind of scared of people. What about you?

LoveFighter: Why?

He ignored my question. I guess it was all about me tonight.

Me: Because people can be so mean, I don't want to be a part of a society full of assholes. It's one of the reason's why I'm so antisocial.

LoveFighter: Not all people are assholes.

Me: Doesn't seem that way, to be honest. I have my earbuds in most of the time, but I still notice things. I notice girls going out of their way just to make other girls cry. It's easy to see when friendships are broken because some guy screwed both of them. Students fight with teachers because they don't want to do anything. All of that happens because they're assholes and that shit is toxic to me.

LoveFighter: Flora, you gotta see the good in people. I get it a lot of people are mean and are assholes but not everyone is like that. Believe it or not, there are good people out there who are actually nice if you just let them try.

Me: Eh, too lazy to.

LoveFighter: I call bullshit. What's the real reason?

Well damn.

Me: Call bullshit all you want, that is the real reason. There's nothing more to it than out of plain laziness.

I wasn't going to tell this guy my life story, there's no reason for him to know. It wasn't like he was going to understand what my mom and I went through, the ridicule, the embarrassment, the guilt. No, he didn't need to know that, no one did. It was in the past and the hurt that I received was going to stay with me and only with me.

LoveFighter: Suuure, but would a lazy person really notice all of the things those assholes do and go out of their way to talk to them?

Me: Yes, this lazy person does.

LoveFighter: Fine. If you don't want to tell me the real reason, it's your choice.

Me: Thank you.

LoveFIghter: I actually have to go to bed, I'm tired af and the rain is making me sleepy.

Me: That's funny, it's raining here too.

LoveFighter: Bye Flora! Talk to ya tomorrow.

Me: Bye.

My phone made a little "thunk" against the nightstand next to me. It was also time for me to go to bed, the rain was getting too heavy for my liking and the wind was something out of a horror movie. The blanket that was tightly wrapped around my neck protected me from the coolness that snaked into my room, trying to bite at any flesh that I had left out for it.

I was actually on the verge of sleep, the sweet gates of dreamland were starting to come to my vision. The pink gates that held a faraway castle full of flying purple elephants and wizards in long blue robes battling red dragons that spat acid filled fire at them. But there was an interruption from the queen of the castle going to fight with the wizards.

Thunder invaded my ears, pulling me harshly out of my dream state into the real world. Another clap boomed across the sky and along with it, lightning that turned on the light of the whole town.

My body seized at the third roll of thunder, tightening my bones and muscles up into a tight ball. Short breaths came out of my restricted chest, barely doing anything for my squeezing lungs. The pieces of sheet balled up in my fist took a beating as I kept clenching onto dear life.

I wanted to call out for help from my mom but I didn't want her to worry about me and she needed her rest. She had become tired of it, knowing my deal with thunder and thought I had outgrown it by the time I was a teenager. I didn't tell her that the roaring of the sky blasting through my eardrums made my body almost become paralyzed and numb.

No one was up at that time to help me like I had said, mom was asleep. I knew Mel was asleep and the phone number to the Chinese restaurant would be useless because those workers were asleep. Everyone didn't stay up past a bad time just to sneak out and help me.

Except for someone.

I grabbed my phone while everything was somewhat calm except for the flooding that was going to happen because of the heavy ass rain. It took me little to no time finding their name on my phone and hit the little phone icon on their contact profile.

The phone was cool up to my ear, sending a shiver through my shaking body. My foot shook impatiently and nervously out of the fact that I thought I wasn't going to get attacked with booming thunder.

"Hello?"

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