A flag hanging above her bed. It has blue on the outside,then pink,then white in the middle...? I close the door carefully, after all these years I've learned not to let doors creak when I close them. The room's walls are painted a light sky blue,with purple bedsheets,and old diaries were stacked up,with an old tape recorder on the bedside table. I look at it curiously as I sit on the end of the bed. There's black headphones next to it. I put them in,in case I listen to the tape recorder. I stand the pillow up,to see a note which says, 'To Leah,From Kei- Kathrine. Here's my number,call it. 660-287-4350 P.S.:Read the purple journal to understand part of this. Love,your big bro,Kathrine.' Brother...? And had Kathrine been about to write Keith? I certainly have a lot to understand. I pick up the purple journal and start reading. 'Dear diary...' *** 'Dear diary I'm writing this while hiding in the girls bathroom. I just had another panic attack,but only one person saw me. Emile. I hate her,she's such a bully. I cut my hair earlier today. I like it,because I look like a boy with it,in my baggy hoodie(i love my hoodie-) A teacher thought I was a boy today,they didn't recognize me. (I'm usually wearing a sleeveless red tank top and jeans for reference) And...I liked it? The word 'he' made me feel sort of...fuzzy inside,and one of my male classmates called me 'bro' and flirted with me,just a bit. I mean,he's cute,i.../guess/. I just feel /happy/ being called male terms,but it scares me. I just can't do this. Dad's always pressured me into being friends with the other girls. I hate them all. And he tries force me to fit in,I have a bruise from him the last time i fought back. Mom won't let him physically hurt me anymore,or Leah. She's only two years younger than me,though she feels so young and precious. He's already hurt her worse than me. Only once,but I won't let it happen again.' At this point I can feel tears on my cheeks. /Tears..? That's a new one./ I turn the next page to see the words, 'haven't written in a while,name is keith now,came out as trans,they're kicking me out. i love you,leah(none of this is capitalized because i'm scribbling it down) please don't make dad angry.' At this point I can hardly breathe. It's like my head is underwater. They kicked Kathrine-Kei-oh whatever- out?! Just because she was trans..? I pull out my phone and type in the number. I text, 'kathrine? or keith,or whatever i call you now it's leah. respond or i'm spamming you' I sigh. Kathrine's phone is probably broken. She'd never respond anyway. This was probably all a cruel prank made up by my father. I slip back into my room,knowing I'm safe because my parents are still yelling.
Kathrine(Keith) Green,???/???,age 19,12 when she left Next: n/y
