Forever The Good Girl

Chapter Twenty Three

Chapter Twenty Three

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The next day I didn't get out of bed. I felt too guilty. I layed there, wishing I had been there for Riley. I hated myself for not noticing. For not even thinking that she'd been having a hard time too.

I cried a lot. The whole day, I spent locked up in my room. Sometimes I got out of bed and wrote some lyrics or played the guitar. Other times I would pick up a knife, and then put it back down without using it.

I didn't know what to do next and I didn't want to do anything at all. I had failed as a sister. She was scared and alone, and it was my fault. I hadn't been there for her. She felt she had to resort to cutting. I wouldn't want my worst enemy in a place so low they'd cut themselves, and Riley is my sister. I know what it's like to want to escape, I should have realized that I wasn't the only one 

I was determined to be there for her now. I had promised I wouldn't tell mom, as long as she stopped.

At about 1:00 pm, I got off my top bunk, and headed for the bathroom. I could use a shower. After undressing, and turning on the water, I stepped inside. The water immediately stung my stomach from hitting my wounds, and I doubled over, waiting for the pain to subside.

They weren't as bad as they used to be. They were healing...

Then I heard the phone ring. I debated whether or not it was worth getting out of the shower for. I know no one else will answer, and what if it's important? It could be a telemarketer though...

Finally, I decided I better answer and I walked out, drying myself off with a towel. I wrapped the towel around me, and left the bathroom. At the last second, I picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey, is this Andy?"

"Maggie?"

"The one and only."

"Why are you calling?"

I could practically hear her eyebrows raising. "Am I not allowed to call my best friend?"

"Well, yeah. But..."

"You called me yesterday."

"Did I?" I thought back. Oh yeah. She hadn't answered. "You're right."

"Obviously."

"Don't need to be so smug."

"So what's up?"

 "Oh, I called yesterday because I had nothing else to do."

"Last resort. Thanks."

"You know that's not it." I laughed.

 "So, what? You want to come over?"

"It's Sunday."

"You could just come for the day. My mom said she'll pick you up."

 "No, not today. I'm really tired..."

Maggie sighed, audibly. "Dee, just tell me what's wrong."

"Why do you think there's something wrong?"

"You only ever call me if there's something wrong. You're not as subtle as you might think."

"I'm fine. I gotta go." She started to say something, but I hung up. Ready to finish my day of self pity and  depression. I just wasn't up for going anywhere.

I went into the room and got dressed, not seeing any point of going back into the shower. I got settled back onto my bed and decided that reading would be a good way to take my mind off things. But just as I got comfortable, the phone rang again. I sighed, jumping off my top bunk.