Chapter 17 - Kitty
I was washing my hands in the bathroom sink when I heard crying for within the bathroom. There were seven cubicles in the bathroom. All were empty except for the one. The cubical against the far wall. It was the middle of period 2A. I knew I should've just left the bathroom and return to my Specialist Mathematics class. Yet I couldn’t leave the crying girl alone. Not without seeing is she was alright first.
I walked slowing towards the last cubical. I raised my left hand and gently knocked on the door. “Is anyone in there,” I asked.
“Go away Katarina.” The girl yelled back.
I froze. I would know that voice anywhere. If I were Millie, I would have just left the bathroom without a second thought, but I wasn’t her.
As much as a loathe the crying girl for what she did years ago I could leave her alone. No matter how much I wanted to.
“Tabitha” I yelled as a knocked loudly on the door again. “Open up.”
The door of the cubical opened. Behind it stood Tabitha or what was left of her.
Tabitha was only a few centimetres taller than I was. Her dark reddish-brown hair had been pulled back into a messy ponytail. Strands of hair fell loosely from her ponytail. Her green eyes were red from crying and had large dark circles under them. Her already pale skin was even more colourless than usual. She had lost weight recently. Her uniform would have only been an adult size six but hung loosely around her body. In her left hand is held a piece of paper.
“Are you alright,” I asked the small girl.
“I'm all right,” she said emotionless. Her voice was quiet.
“You look sick.” I told her.
“I’m fine” she repeated harsher and louder.
“Don’t lie to me, Tabitha.” I told her. “When was the last time you ate?”
“I need to go.” She said as she pushed past me. She stumbled on her feet before collapsing to the floor with a loud thud. The sheet of paper fell out of her hand.
“Tabitha, are you alright?” I asked as I ran over to her. I held her wrists and helped her to her feet. Her bones were digging into my skin.
“I’m fine” she repeated, quieter than before. I bent down and picked up the piece of paper from the ground. I noticed for the first time that it was an English essay on Macbeth. I gasped when I saw the mark.
Five out of twenty.
That was why Tabitha had been crying.
Tabitha snatched the essay out of my hand.
“It none of your business.” She said
“Tabitha I think you should see the nurse.” I told her.
“Why do you care?” Tabitha snapped at me. “We are not friends anymore, remember.”
“And whose fault is that.” I snapped back.
Tabitha fell silent and turned her glance to the floor. “I have to go.” She said turning to leave.
I grabbed her arm forcing her to stay. “If English is that hard for you, you can talk to Mrs Geller about it.” I told her.
“The special needs teacher.” She sneered at me. “I’m not stupid.”
“I never said that.” I defended. “Admitting you need help doesn’t make you weak.”
“How would you know, Kitty?” Tabitha yelled. She was on the verge of bursting into tears again. “Everything always came so easy to you.” She quickly moved towards the door.
“Tabby,” I yelled after her.
Tabitha stopped and turned to look at me. Despite her loss of weight and complete change in appearance for a brief second, I saw the girl I once knew.
“No one has called me that in a long time.” Tabitha told me sadly.
“What happened Tabby?” I asked. “We used to be best friends. What changed? Why did you leave?”
Tabitha looked at the ground. “You wouldn’t understand.” she said.
“I never told anyone, not even Millie, but I miss you, Tabby.” I told her. “As mad as I am at you for walking away. I can’t stop missing being friends with you.”
She looked up to meet my eyes. She looked as if she was about to burst into tears again.
“I miss you too, Kitty,” she said sadly. “More than you will ever know, but I just can’t be friends with you. I’m sorry.” Tabitha turned away and left the bathroom, leaving me alone.