ojandtostitos commented on michimonster's post in blueridgeschool:

It was still very early and she was very tired, and the redhead almost let herself doze off a little before Sam mentioned Mack, making her tense up all over. Would she be furious? Probably. Especially if she knew exactly who to blame. Tatum's stomach sank a little, and she lifted her head to look seriously at her best friend. "I w-won't let her, she can't-- she c-can't get mad at you, and t-then make excuses for m-me next month. W-We're the s-same now, you and m-me and if she has a p-problem with you, then she has a problem with me."

Trailing off a little, Tatum listened to his words with only the faintest pout. She could have done something though, something she should have done ages ago. It wouldn't bring Frankie back, but if she weren't such a coward, she'd be gone and no one would be in this mess. "I c-could have.. I a-always said I c-couldn't live without her, and I just.. I s-should have done it too, I s-said I would, that I'd f-follow her anywhere but I didn't," the redhead explained sadly, letting out a shaky exhale.

"I d-don't know if it was a dream, or the d-drugs, or my head but.. she w-was here, in the r-room. Before you c-came," she added, feeling a bit foolish for talking about the close encounter with her dead friend she had just woken up from. But details and things said from the dream, or whatever it had been, kept floating to the surface of her mind now. "S-She doesn't think M-Mack takes very good care of me, and I.. I w-wanted to know w-why she just left me, but she didn't.. it was m-my fault for not k-killing myself too. T-That's what a pact is, right?"

This was the most she had talked about Frankie to anyone in ages, Rath and Julian included. Her brother knew a lot about what she went through with Frankie, how she felt about the younger girl, how her death had effected her. But even Rath didn't know about their agreement, how fast she had agreed that if anything ever happened to Frankie, she had promised to off herself right after. Together forever or all of that rubbish. She felt suddenly uncomfortable, admitting it all, and she curled her face into Sam's chest more. "G-Good thing I'm a p-pussy or I guess I-I woulda been dead long ago anyway," she sighed. "I j-just miss her, is that c-crazy? She's not even.. she was n-never even very nice but I m-miss her so much."