Silence Is A Virtue

Rhiannon Spencer is just your average 16 year-old teenager: hyper, hates school, argues with her parents every so often, fancies guys WAY out of her league and has serious friendship problems. Of course, being a teen, Rhiannon's diary of every day events seems outrageous, but as the pages turn, more is revealed. Deep inside lies a troubled past, and a girl who's scared of the future.
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15. This Bench

Dear Diary,

I went for my walk, around the block, down the road and back again. I deliberately passed by Krissy's house, so my mind could banish any thoughts I had of her. Maybelle was right, Krissy was having parties behind my back. She was out in the garden, snogging some boy I've never seen before and had all the 'popular' girls around her, the girls we used to joke about before Ethan happened, the type of girls we used to avoid at all costs at school, and now she's hanging out with them. It makes me sick.

Thinking back, Krissy had always insisted that we would always be the same, never changing. What a load of rubbish. Look at her now, cavorting with the airheads and snogging the first boy that comes into sight. It's hard to believe that I used to idolize her- I used to worship the ground she walked on, tend to her every need and think that she was the most amazing person in the world. How wrong could I've been?

On my way back, I bumped into Josh. He was also having a stroll. He's not been having a great few weeks either. He chose to split up with Krissy- he was glad to split up with Krissy- which was good for him, but his parents have recently applied for a divorce and his brother is at uni, so he can't get moral support from a family member. I feel bad for him. I don't know what I'd do if my parents decided to get a divorce. I don't have any siblings, and hardly any friends. Is it normal to have so little social experience? Most people would see me as lonely. I don't think I'm lonely.

Anyways, Josh was sat on the bench around the corner from Krissy's house. I hesitantly say next to him, not knowing if my presence was welcome or not.

"Hi," I whispered. Josh looked at me, smiling slightly.

"Hey," he replied, "your clearing you head too?"

I nodded. "Yeah. Things aren't too great at the moment."

"Likewise, but I'll get over it. I knew it was coming. Now I'm shot of Krissy I can concentrate on getting through this mess. How about you, how are you coping?"

"Not well, really. Krissy is out of my life too, finally. Maybelle seems to've vanished into thin air and Edmund is still gone."

"So you haven't heard from him?"

I contemplated telling him about the letter, but I couldn't decide whether I should keep it to myself or not.

"No," I finally lied. The note was hardly hearing from him. Obviously, I'd tell his guardians and my parents, but it wasn't the time to tell Josh. "But I'm sure he's okay. He's street-wise."

"I suppose he is," Josh muttered. He knew that Edmund was street-wise. Everyone knew it. For a while, Edmund was known for his street-wandering habits.

"How come you're sitting on this bench? There are plenty of other benches to sit on," I said. Josh laughed.

"I honestly don't know. My feet carried me to my destination and this is where I landed. What about you?"

"Same. That and I had a few suspicions that needed confirming."

"I considered telling you what Krissy was doing, but I didn't want to upset you."

"Everything upsets me, Josh," I said. His smile faded slightly, knowing that I was serious.

"You don't deserve half of the crap that you go through, Rhi. You really don't."

"Not much I can do about it though. To most people I'm just the girl who never leaves the house or the girl who was raped. It's not a nice label, y'know."

"I know."

We sat in silence for a while. I watched a group of children across the road playing hockey on roller skates and thinking they were hard because they were swearing. Josh was looking in the opposite direction, towards the cul-de-sac I lived in.

"What are you looking at, Josh?" I asked.

"Nothing, I thought I saw something that wasn't there, that's all."

I knew straight off that he was lying, but I knew better than to pry in business that isn't mine. Whatever was troubling him was his business and not mine. Josh is very private anyway, so I'm not surprised that he didn't tell me what was going on with him.

Eventually we went our separate ways. Josh's lie is annoying me now. I won't be able to sleep tonight. This always happens to me: if something's bothering me I won't sleep until I figure it out.

I'll tell you tomorrow if I got any sleep.


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