^{Standing} Alone^[Death]

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[googlefont="Marvel:400"]My heart wobbles within it's prison, about to implode and destroy me completely. But my salvation comes in the form of the roar of a girl. I look up as my tears drain away, and see the ferocious girl pouncing, tackling one of the skinny girl like a wild animal. My tears disappear, replaced by amazement in this girl who attacked before thinking of consequences sure to occur. She is raging, attacking the blond haired girl and screeching "Leave her the hell alone, you half-brained bitches! Leave her alone or I swear to Ripred I'll kick your scrawny asses into oblivion!" It amazes me, this girl, no more than 15 has attacked some one for me. 

I push down my smile, knowing that this should be the farthest thing from funny, but in this moment all I can do is worry for my heroine. There is going to be serious consequences. My tears long forgotten, I rush to the girl. "Thank you," I manage to scrape out, it's wobbly and tiny, but I keep on rushing. I grab her elbow, and yank her to her feet. "But w-we n-need to get out of here." So I pull her, not knowing exactly where to go. My large feet stumble over each other, but I manage to make it to the bathroom. My heart swells, finally taking in the valiantness of this girl with wild eyes. I'm sure more than anything that this girl is insane, but I'm also sure that at this moment she will be the best thing to ever happen to me.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." My voice fails to tell of the gratitude and compassion I feel.

[presto][/presto]

We stand together in the rustic bathroom. White tiles, chipped and faded brown, and faucets dripping endlessly. We stand surrounded in a world of disgusting creatures and filthy thoughts. And I'm not even talking about the bathroom. My peers are wore then willing to allow me to be tossed aside, but not this girl in front of me. Her eyes are wild and lucid. She has a mane of orange hair that falls like a curtain from her scalp. She seems to be around my age, perhaps a year or two older. I do not know exactly what possessed her to step forward, but I also know that she must be better than the people of our school.

For a second the girl looked like a compressed spring ready to launch, but she quickly turns away from the cracked mirror and surprised me with words of weakness. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Oh fuck. I'm a fucking idiot." I almost take a step back, so shocked this girl is apologizing for helping me. Does she really think getting into trouble matters more to me than some one actually caring for me?

My family is a group of outsiders. They are known loonies, and make things more difficult for me to be a normal girl. But this girl in front of me, who has done nothing to deserve the bullying she is sure to face, now cries soft tears that cut streaks in her freckled face. I reach forward and pull her into my arms, embracing her nimble frame.

"Don't be sorry. You don't have anything to be sorry for. Thank you,"my voice is soft, and hopefully comforting to her, "Thank you so much." In the back of my mind, I am a little worried about the possible repercussions of this girls actions, but I can't possibly care about that as this girl breaks down in front of me.