She thought about the logic of that. Yes, she did want someone to talk to. How could this girl understand though?
"My name's Sydney. Whats yours?" asked the girl as she smiled. It wasn't one of those pretty-perfect-fake smiles most the other cheerleaders give. It was a warm smile, and her eyes seem to smile too.
She looked away from Sydney for a moment, "Have you ever been stuck? Trapped?" She looked into the clear comlextion of the other girl.
"Ya, once. My foot fell through a hole in my stairs, and I couldn't get it out." Sydney replied.
"No, no! Not like that. Like....nevermind. You wouldn't understand."
"How can you say I don't understand when you haven't explained?"
Damn Logic! "Well, see," she took a deep breath. The hysteria had died down now. "I got into this relationship awhile back, and it was fun. Eventually, I got attached. One night, him and I talked over stuff, we both realised we loved each other. We confessed some of our not so great habits when it comes to relationships-like I give up easy, and he said he screws things over. We promised each other that night that we'd never give up. Well, things got...it all,....things are no longer like that." Tears fell silently from her eyes.
"How are things not the same?" asked Sydney. The look of concern was convincing. She started to trust Sydney.
"Well, then it was all fun. Now, he's hurt me emotionly, mentally so many times. And he talks and acts like one day he'll leave me, cheat on me. Im really commited. If...when... he does that, it'll hurt more then anything in the world." She shook violently as the tears poured out. Sydney was quiet for a while.
"Well, if he's hurting you, leave."