Don't Cry, You Pansy
Does Anyone Notice?
The second time we met, I saved her life, on the same day.
I was at the old park, the stars were barely coming out and I was sulking on the rusty swing set. Her young face kept playing through my head, it was driving me insane, in a good way. Wait a minute, I was thinking about her almost all the time since I met her, was a falling for a minor? A sharp cry interrupted my thoughts, an eruption of laughter followed as someone kept whimpering in pain.
"Don't mess with my brother again, you got it fuck face?" an angry person hissed
I looked from behind the slide and saw three dark silhouettes hovering over a crumpled heap, the three silhouettes ran off into the street and soon it was just me and the broken person. The person started to cry and I crept over to it, as I got closer, I recognized a familiar pair of boots
"Girlie?" I asked already knowing the answer
She sniffs and keeps lying there, but she soon responded
"P-Pansy?" she stutters painfully
I smile at her and she smiles sadly back
"You okay?"
"Dude, I just got beat the shit out of and you're asking if I'm okay?" she asks before trying to get up on her elbow and later grunting in pain and lying back down
"Okay, stupid question, can you get up"
Even in the dark you could tell she was glaring at me
"Alright, here I've got you Girlie"
I picked her up baby style and started carrying her away from the park
"Anything broken?"
"I don't know"
"Do you think you need to go to the hospital?"
"No!" she hissed at the word hospital
"I take it you don't like hospitals?"
"No, they're alright, I guess, but my parents aren't home and I don't think they'll be to happy if they come home to a bill from the medical society"
I stopped in my tracks and turned to her
"What?" she asked innocently
"Your parents aren't home?"
"Well no, they're on a business trip"
"Babysitter?"
"I'm thirteen"
"Any close relatives, like nearby?"
"In the grave"
"Well then I can't leave you alone, you're coming to my house tonight"
she paused for a moment, like she was in deep thought but, none the less, she agreed. We passed a street lamp and she wasn't kidding when she said they beat the shit out of her. Anywhere possible was bleeding, her left eye was swelled shut and her mouth was a bright red color. Not to mention any bit of skin that was revealed was already a dark purple
"Told you" she whispered reading my thoughts
"Jeez kid, for someone so tough, you certainly took a beating"
"You should see the other guy"
I chuckled and soon she smiled along with me. It took a while but soon we reached my house, I opened the door and heard a shriek come from the kitchen
"WHO'S THERE? ARE YOU A CRIMINAL?"
"Mom! It's me!"
"WHO?"
I looked down at Girlie, for whatever reason she fell asleep in my arms and was calmly stirring in my arms
"It's Gerard!"
"Oh" Mom walked out smiling, that was until she noticed Girlie
"What hap-" she started but I interrupted
"Look, long story short, my young friend got beat up at the old park, she's just going to sleepover for tonight"
"Oh, alright dearie" Mom smiled and walked into the kitchen
I rolled my eyes and carried her to my room, which was in the basement. We soon stood in my messy bedroom. She shivered in her sleep, I pulled her closer and talked, mostly to myself
"Don't worry, you're gonna be warmer in a second"
I placed her onto my bed and covered her in the big black blankets, she soon turned to her side, making her brown bangs cover her closed eyes. I pushed them out of the way and smiled, even with all the blood and bruises, she looked really vulnerable and safe. I lay down next to her and realized this, something I should have know earlier
I had developed a small crush on small Girlie.
*Semi Time Lapse*
My eyes flickered open and I noticed that Girlie was indeed awake, her eye were wide and she was clutching her side. I noticed red was painted onto her hand and I knew almost instantly
"Girlie?" I asked "Are you okay?"
"P-Pansy....." she whispered
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fell over onto my floor. I jumped up and picked her up again and noticed her side was bleeding like mad
"MOM!" I called
I heard a clacking of footsteps coming from upstairs, I ran up the stairs. Mom stared at me wide-eyed
"Gerard wh-"
"Mom call the fucking ambulance"
*After a process, a couple of blood transactions later*
She was lying down again, her eyes seemed to be sewn shut, the blood completely washed off her face, now she was just sleeping, unconscious, but alive. Luckily the doctors didn't ask about her parents or anything. I guess she's lucky my mom agreed to pay for the bill, but I have to take money out of my college account to pay for fucking taxes. The constant beep was getting on my nerves. But not as much as it was bothering me that I didn't know who hurt her, I'm going to kill them when I find them, I'm not even kidding. I turned back to the young sleeping girl that lay in front of me. Her hair was in her eyes again, I leaned forward and pushed them to the side. She didn't stir, but I swear I saw her smile
I was at the old park, the stars were barely coming out and I was sulking on the rusty swing set. Her young face kept playing through my head, it was driving me insane, in a good way. Wait a minute, I was thinking about her almost all the time since I met her, was a falling for a minor? A sharp cry interrupted my thoughts, an eruption of laughter followed as someone kept whimpering in pain.
"Don't mess with my brother again, you got it fuck face?" an angry person hissed
I looked from behind the slide and saw three dark silhouettes hovering over a crumpled heap, the three silhouettes ran off into the street and soon it was just me and the broken person. The person started to cry and I crept over to it, as I got closer, I recognized a familiar pair of boots
"Girlie?" I asked already knowing the answer
She sniffs and keeps lying there, but she soon responded
"P-Pansy?" she stutters painfully
I smile at her and she smiles sadly back
"You okay?"
"Dude, I just got beat the shit out of and you're asking if I'm okay?" she asks before trying to get up on her elbow and later grunting in pain and lying back down
"Okay, stupid question, can you get up"
Even in the dark you could tell she was glaring at me
"Alright, here I've got you Girlie"
I picked her up baby style and started carrying her away from the park
"Anything broken?"
"I don't know"
"Do you think you need to go to the hospital?"
"No!" she hissed at the word hospital
"I take it you don't like hospitals?"
"No, they're alright, I guess, but my parents aren't home and I don't think they'll be to happy if they come home to a bill from the medical society"
I stopped in my tracks and turned to her
"What?" she asked innocently
"Your parents aren't home?"
"Well no, they're on a business trip"
"Babysitter?"
"I'm thirteen"
"Any close relatives, like nearby?"
"In the grave"
"Well then I can't leave you alone, you're coming to my house tonight"
she paused for a moment, like she was in deep thought but, none the less, she agreed. We passed a street lamp and she wasn't kidding when she said they beat the shit out of her. Anywhere possible was bleeding, her left eye was swelled shut and her mouth was a bright red color. Not to mention any bit of skin that was revealed was already a dark purple
"Told you" she whispered reading my thoughts
"Jeez kid, for someone so tough, you certainly took a beating"
"You should see the other guy"
I chuckled and soon she smiled along with me. It took a while but soon we reached my house, I opened the door and heard a shriek come from the kitchen
"WHO'S THERE? ARE YOU A CRIMINAL?"
"Mom! It's me!"
"WHO?"
I looked down at Girlie, for whatever reason she fell asleep in my arms and was calmly stirring in my arms
"It's Gerard!"
"Oh" Mom walked out smiling, that was until she noticed Girlie
"What hap-" she started but I interrupted
"Look, long story short, my young friend got beat up at the old park, she's just going to sleepover for tonight"
"Oh, alright dearie" Mom smiled and walked into the kitchen
I rolled my eyes and carried her to my room, which was in the basement. We soon stood in my messy bedroom. She shivered in her sleep, I pulled her closer and talked, mostly to myself
"Don't worry, you're gonna be warmer in a second"
I placed her onto my bed and covered her in the big black blankets, she soon turned to her side, making her brown bangs cover her closed eyes. I pushed them out of the way and smiled, even with all the blood and bruises, she looked really vulnerable and safe. I lay down next to her and realized this, something I should have know earlier
I had developed a small crush on small Girlie.
*Semi Time Lapse*
My eyes flickered open and I noticed that Girlie was indeed awake, her eye were wide and she was clutching her side. I noticed red was painted onto her hand and I knew almost instantly
"Girlie?" I asked "Are you okay?"
"P-Pansy....." she whispered
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she fell over onto my floor. I jumped up and picked her up again and noticed her side was bleeding like mad
"MOM!" I called
I heard a clacking of footsteps coming from upstairs, I ran up the stairs. Mom stared at me wide-eyed
"Gerard wh-"
"Mom call the fucking ambulance"
*After a process, a couple of blood transactions later*
She was lying down again, her eyes seemed to be sewn shut, the blood completely washed off her face, now she was just sleeping, unconscious, but alive. Luckily the doctors didn't ask about her parents or anything. I guess she's lucky my mom agreed to pay for the bill, but I have to take money out of my college account to pay for fucking taxes. The constant beep was getting on my nerves. But not as much as it was bothering me that I didn't know who hurt her, I'm going to kill them when I find them, I'm not even kidding. I turned back to the young sleeping girl that lay in front of me. Her hair was in her eyes again, I leaned forward and pushed them to the side. She didn't stir, but I swear I saw her smile
Notes
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9/16/13