happened,” she said.
“I
already told everyone what happened a million times. Eliza was cutting herself
and I don’t know whether it was to kill herself or not. Then she saw me and I
guess she thought I was going to tell and she attacked me. I swear I didn’t
mean to knock her out. I was just trying to get away,” Malakha insisted.
“You’re
not in trouble Malakha, I just have to ask you to make
sure the story matches up to the one you told everyone else.”
“I
cause a little trouble every now and then and skip a few classes and maybe I
don’t believe in Catholicism, but I’m not a liar. And I don’t start fights! She
attacked me first.” If she didn’t have such a reputation for causing trouble,
they wouldn’t be questioning her like this.
“And
she stabbed you in the shoulder?” the doctor said.
“Yes,” Malakha
said trying not to lose her temper.
“And the back of your leg?”
“Why
else would a stab wound be there?”
“And what about the bruises on your wrists?”
“Bruises?” Malakha asked confused.
The
doctor pointed to them and Malakha scrambled to find something, anything to
say, because the truth was she wasn’t quite sure how they had gotten there.
“I… I
wore some bracelets too tight. You know the leather ones that look like mini
belts that you can fasten on?” Malakha asked, not sure if those types of
bracelets even existed, or if they could leave dark bruises like the ones on
her wrists, but the doctor seemed to buy the story.
“I have
some cream you can put on it so they’ll lighten up and heal quicker,” she said
going to a cabinet and taking out the cream and a bottle of pills. She shook
them and as she handed them to Malakha said, “This should help with the pain if
you have any.”
Malakha
took them from her and asked, “Can I go now?”
“After
I get you another blouse,” the doctor said.
Malakha
didn’t see why she couldn’t just leave in her tank top, but didn’t argue with
the woman. She hoped the doctor would hurry up, because even though Eliza was
still knocked out and on the other side of the room, being alone with the girl
made Malakha antsy. The woman came back with a blouse that wouldn’t button up
because it was too small, so Malakha left it open, put all of her jewelry back
on, and left the infirmary.
Malak
and Sabrina were waiting outside of it.
“You
were in a fight!” both of them said.
“I
didn’t start it,” Malakha sighed.
“We
didn’t say you did,” Sabrina said. “Are you okay?”
“Except
for being stabbed in my shoulder and leg, along with the huge bump on my
forehead, fine.”
“She
stabbed you?” Malak asked.
“Yeah,
but I knocked her out so I don’t know if I came out worse or she did.”
“Don’t
joke about this. You were just attacked,” Malak said solemnly.
“I
thought you were mad at me.”
“Yeah,
but I didn’t want you to get attacked either,” he muttered and then added.
“Sorry about all that yesterday by the way.”
“I’ll forgive
you if you forgive me for acting insensitive.”
Malak
laughed. “You weren’t being insensitive. You were just being Malakha. So what
happened anyway?”
Malakha
groaned and said, “This is the last time I’m telling this to anyone. Eliza was
in the bathroom cutting herself , she saw me, and then
she attacked me.”
“Eliza?”
Malak asked stopping in the middle of the hall.
“Yeah. Girl who went with us to the rave
last night.”
Malak
frowned and began to walk again. “Her? She doesn’t seem like the type to do something
like that.”
“There
is no type for that kind of stuff,” said Sabrina.
“I know
that, but her and Ashley are tight. If there was even
the inkling that something was up, Ashley would have told me.”
“Who is
Ashley to you anyway?” Malakha asked. She didn’t know Malak had any female
friends besides her and Sabrina.
“My sister.”
Malakha
and Sabrina stopped walking this time and asked, “You have a