A Day In My Life

Chapter 1- How It All Started

****"Mommy"?......
"Mommy! Wha... Where are you? Don't leave me here".

The little girl screamed as tears ran down her face. Chills went through her body while standing by the side of the road, alone. With only trees surrounding her. She could hear the sounds of the monsters caving in. Then, what she thought took hours, she saw lights. Was it someone coming to save her? Was it God taking her away? No. It was..****** Flashback ends*******

"Izzy?" "Izzy!" Elizabeth's friend Dillon shook her. I got out of my memory comma trying to remember. Or maybe I was trying to forget.

"What happened?".. I asked.

"It's like you blacked out or something.. again. This happenes all the time, Izzy." Dillon explained.

The whole group around me started laughing as they continued to smoke the weed they had in their hands. I got up and walked out to the balcony, getting fresh air. Being only 15 years old I was close to getting drunk, but not enough yet that I could forget everything. Struggling to remember what happened that night with my mother when I was 5. Then, I heard someone walking over to me, but I didn't look. I just looked down off the balcony, motionless. Finally, the person put their hand on my shoulder.

"Here, looks like you may need this".

I knew exactly who it was now. Just by listening to his voice. My bestfriend Dillon Robinson handed me a drink. I still didn't look at him. Hell, I didn't even know what was in the cup, she just took it. But, she trusted him.

"Are you okay?" Dillon asked.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Izz. I know better than that. We have know each other for over 12 years now. I know when you're stressed. Look in my eyes and tell me that you are fine."

I turned towards him. He was 18. Dillon was much taller than me, he had perfect teeth, long flipping hair, and amazing brown eyes. Every girl went crazy for him. Except me. Maybe that is why we are bestfriends. I'm the only one how doesn't use him. I see him as he really is. Knowing who he is and who he wants to be.

"I...I'm.. not fine.."

"Now, was that to hard to say?"

He pulled me in with his big, manly, football, arms and held me tight. A few tears made it to my cheek. Dillon has always been there for me. He is the only person that I know that I can trust 100%. There is no doubting that.

He must have felt my tears falling onto his favorite gray muscle shirt. He closed his eyes and I could feel his chest move as he sighed.

"Babe. Stop." He knelt down, getting face to face with me. Looking me straight in the eyes.

"I am right here. Right here for you to cry on, right here for you to talk to. You know that. Why are you not talking to me? You always do. You tell me ever thing!"

His voice started to rise, and I didn't like that. I busted out of his arms and ran into the house where everyone was. Raising my drink, I slid the glass sliding door open and yelled,

"Who's ready to part-aaayy!!"

I then walked over to the CD player and blasted the music up. The house was shaking by then. I chugged my drink and grabbed another one. There was nothing stopping me now, not even Dillon. He was still outside leaning against the balcony, looking in at me. I could see the disappointment on his face. There I go again. Disappointing the people I love.

What's the point in stopping now? I'm not going to let his disapproval bring me down. Not tonight. I had two drinks in my hand at this point. Chugging one after the other. Hearing "Chug, Chug, Chug" All over the room. I threw the now empty solo cups on the floor and got up on a table and started dancing.

A guy that I didn't recognize, maybe because I was too drunk, got up on the table with me. I continued to dance. The stranger must have been more drunk than me. I remembered that he smelled really bad. Like beer, ex girlfriend, and shame. But whatever. It seemed like we were both here for the same reason. So, I went along with it. Only a few minutes later, he started to touch me. Kissing me, lifting my shirt up, and tring to grab my boobs. I tried being nice with him.

"Please, stop." I suggested.

He didn't stop. The drunk part of me started to fade away after I realized what was going on. I started to yell at him.

"Get the fuck off of me!"

I was pushing and shoving. He wouldn't say anything or even look me in the face, only my body. No one around me noticed. At least, not until Dillon noticed. He rushed in, breaking the sliding door that leads into the house. He pushed everyone in his path as he walked over to me and the guy. Once he was there, he punched the guy in the stomach knocking him down. Before he could get up, Dillon grabbed me and got me to safety behind him.

"I'm pretty sure that pretty lady said to stop." Dillon announced.

"Who are you, her boyfriend?" the guy that I am now realizing is Zach from my school, said.

Dillon laughed. "Yeah, something like that"

"Dillon, stop". I asked grabbing onto his arm.

He didn't listen. Dillon picked Zach up and made him look at me.

"Tell her sorry". he said.

"That skank? Over my dead body"

I looked at Zach in shock. He just tried to get with me, but he's calling me a skank? Now I think I should let Dillon kick his ass, but the right thing is to try to stop him.

"Let it go Dillon!"

He then punched Zach in the face, knocking him down again. Everyone crowded around me and I could no longer see what was going on. I heard someone, that I assumed was Zach, being thrown against chairs, walls, and anything else that was near him. I just wanted to know Dillon was okay. After what I did to him, he still stood up for me.

I felt like I was going to get sick. I had no idea what to do. A girl named Amber saw the look on my face.

"Come on." She said, grabbing my hand.

I followed her into the bathroom. Amber helped me get my long, curly hair back. I got on my knees and puked. Before I knew it, Dillon was calling my name. And by the sound of it, he was panicking.

"Dillon". I tried to scream, but I was too dizzy.

"Shh. It's already. I got him." Amber tried to comfort me.

She left to go get Dillon. Moments later, the door flew open. It was him. He didn't have a mark on him.

"Elizabeth! Oh my god. Are you okay!?" He started to tear up. I must have looked pretty bad.

"Izzy, I'm so sorry. I'm taking you home."

He got closer to me to pick me up. I stopped him. We were looking into each others eyes for at least a minute. And I kissed him. I don't know why. I just did. I wasn't thinking with my brain. I don't even know if I was thinking with my heart, It's all I know is that I kissed him, and he kissed me back. Then, before I could do or say anything, I passed out.

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I held my baby bunny tight in my arms. Not knowing what happens next. The light got closer and closer. I could feel my little heart racing. Faster and faster. Harder and harder. A car drove up next to me and opened the door.

"Get in, now!" I heard my anger mother yell. I got in, and we drove home. Not saying a word the rest of the night. ***** Flashback Ends****