The person smiled as she handed Zeke the tickets. "Have fun." She said dismissively. Zeke takes them slowly and smiles fakely. I stumble after Zeke and Mari, who are talking quietly. The light is dim as we walk towards the theatre. The carpet is gray toned, small stains splashing colors on it. A small boy, no more then 6, comes racing past us with a small bucket of popcorn, and the popcorn spills over the top. He is chuckling, and looks around, taking the hand of an older girl, near my age. I hear a laugh from behind us, and glance back, out of curiosity. The laugh came from a boy with blonde hair, and a loose blue-gray t-shirt. HIs hands were stuffed in his jean pockets, and I luckily didn't catch his eye. I speed walk past Zeke and Mari, and look down at the carpet.

"Wha.." Mari mumbles, glancing back. Her face goes red, and she looks back at Zeke. Zeke raises an light looked eyebrow and his smile twitches into a frown.

"Who's that?" He asks. I assume I look like Mari, who's flustered and her freckles shone in the dim light. Em catches up to us, and peeks back.

"No-one!" Mari and Em squeak at the same time. Zeke scowls and Mari's eyes upturn in concern.

"There's something you aren't telling me." Zeke accuses. He turns around, scanning the light crowd. "Is it him?" He points to the boy. Silence. I would have said something, but that is obviously not an option. Zeke looks determined, and he huffs and stunts up to him. Mari trots up to him, and mumbles something in his ear.

"Hello." Zeke greets him.

"Hello."

"Zeke! We should go.." Mari says, grabbing his wrist.

"Ah! So this is the all famous Zeke, is it, my Mari?" He says, chuckling a bit at the end. I roll my eyes and stand a foot next to Zeke. Zeke narrows his eyes.

"I'm not your Mari, Cody." Mari snaps.

"Anyway.." Zeke interrupts.

"Well, seems you aren't dead." Cody points out. Zeke stiffens, his hands twitching into fists. Mari glances at Zeke, her eyes pleading.

"Ah.. You're here too!" He smiles, glances at me. "Wonderful." I glare at him, and Em puts her hand on my shoulder. "Not in the mood for a conversation, I see." He taunts. Em's fingers curls around my shoulder.

"What's wrong? Too shy? Have a cold? Lost your voice?" I flinch at the last one. He didn't mean it in the way I thought of it. He meant temporarily. Cody raises an eyebrow, his arms crossed. "I'll assume lost your voice. Or maybe you just can't defend yourself."

Next thing I know he is pressing his hand to his cheekbone. His eyes are concerned and solem. My hand stings. Em grabs my wrist, in a calming manner and I whip around, pulling my arm out of her grasp. She looks stunned. I want to scream. Again, not an option. I want to be left alone. Mari is standing with her eyes wide and jaw slightly open. Zeke's lips are puckered, his eyebrows raised and stance wide. I feel my fingers press against my lips, my jaw dropping. I didn't mean it... I'm sorry? All these feelings. Bottled up inside of me. Why can't someone listen to me? Why can't I tell someone?

Being left alone seems like a good idea at the moment. I take a large step back, and fumble for my zipper. I zip up my coat, and pull my hood over my head. I hear Em's protest, but I race away anyway. I push open the glass doors and feel a cold, wet snowflake land on my bare hands, evaporating quickly. I blink away sudden tears and clutch my churning stomach. Slowly, I pull out my phone, and text my Mom to come and get me. I wait in the snowfall, people passing me and racing against the cold winds. Soon, headlights lit up the road. I pull open the passenger door and climb in. Mom gives me a concerned look before pressing the gas again.

I go straight up to my bed when I get home. My phone is vibrating like it's having a seizure. I ignore it. More tears rush to my face. I turn onto my stomach. Hot tears make the pillow damp. Soon darkness clouds my mind. And I am asleep.

I feel an arm around me, and I lift my head from the tear stained pillow. Closed eyes are there when I turn, slight freckles dotting the cheeks beneath, and full, thick lips. I carefully lift Em's arm from mine, and sit up. Her eyes flutter open, and she mumbles something to the pillow. Her eyes wander to me. She smiles weakly. Fakely. I nod to her. Then I get up, and walk to the bathroom in my baggy shorts and loose t-shirt. I stand in front of the mirror, and gaze back into my reflection.

What have I done?