Conversations With Ana

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Shane paced and murmured to himself.

Rose screamed profanities at my mom.

I shouted threats to the gods.

I must've really loved him because I was shouting at gods I didn't even pray to.

My mom just stood there and watched us, helplessly.

We all knew it wasn't her fault.

We also knew that it wasn't Gordon's parents fault.

But with lack of better people to blame, we blamed all three.

Our temper tantrums were interrupted by someone knocking on my door.

All of our heads whipped around so fast, I was truly surprised that none of us had whip lash.

Rena stared at us, her blue eyes wide as she took all of us in.

We stared back at her, all frozen in shock.

Rose leaned over and whispered to me: "Do you think she'll leave if we pretend we don't see her?"

I snorted and murmured back: "I think she knows we've noticed her already..."

Rose sighed and then returned to staring at Rena.

Rena walked into my room slowly and cleared her throat.

She didn't say anything at first, standing there awkwardly.

Then she sighed and said: "He can't go back."

We all blinked and looked at each other, wondering how Rena knew already.

I sighed.

"We already know that."

She sat down at the edge of my bed.

"Great. Then you're prepared to help me out."

I raised my eyebrows at her and crossed my arms.

Shane leaned forward and snapped: "What?"
A dangerous grin spread across Rena's face and she leaned forward as if she was about to share a secret.

I couldn't help but notice the large bruise that spread across her collarbone and disappeared underneath the collar of her shirt.

"I've got an idea. You four are all really close right?"

My friends and I nodded, all three of us apprehensive and hesitant but nonetheless curious.

Rena's grin widened and mischief lit up her dull, dead eyes.

Her voice was lilted with some wonderful, something exciting as she whispered: "Excellent."

I felt a tingle go through my body and a grin make my lips curl up too.

Rena's mischievious attitude was contagious. 

Rose bit her lip then asked the question we were all wondering: "What's your idea...?"

"It's simple really: we're going to protest."

At first, this idea felt laughable.

But then, I thought about.
All my life I'd either been a good girl, doing what she was told and taking her meds or I'd been listening to my voices, kept on a chained leash.

I'd never protested and if I did, it wasn't for a good cause.

But now, I had something to protest.

I had something to fight for.

When I met Gordon, I thought I was going to hate him with the deepest passion.