Transitions of a lost soul

(Chapter 7: Readjustment)

The next day I woke up feeling like a big rock had been thrown at my body. I felt paralyzed for at least 4 minutes before I was able to get out of bed. I walked into the bathroom to turn on the light and froze.... Brandon's hand marks turned to bruises around my neck and I started to shiver. "I can't be seen like this, especially around my friends." They convinced me to come see them later at our chill spot which was the voodoo bar..but I might just cancel just so these bruises can heal.

I ran into my bedroom to grab my phone and start texting the group chat to cancel the plan but something stopped me. "I can't do that to them...I've gone m.i.a since this bullshit happened and I feel like I owed them this meetup. Thank god they didn't think I was dead this whole time..even though I should've been." I said to myself. I erased the message and decided to try to relax and go about my day until it was time to see them, or at least try to. 4 o'clock comes and I start to get ready..it's about an hour drive from where I live so I'd be there on time. I put on some dark blue distressed jeans, black platform boots, and a black AC/DC hoodie that zipped up to my neck to cover the bruises. I played with my hair and put it into two pigtails leaving a few strands out to hang in front of my face.

I head out the door to start making my way to the bar, the fresh air finding its way into my nose and I exhale...I needed to feel that to remove this cloud of despair for a while. I hopped into my car and started up the engine..I sat in my seat doing nothing for a second. "I hope I can keep my composure in front of them, they can read me like a book when something is wrong." I can never get anything past them, especially Liza since she's been the last one that has seen me..I just hope it doesn't turn into a therapy session. The drive there was silent..no music, just me and my thoughts having a death battle amongst each other. All I know is I'm making myself follow three rules.. keep a happy face, avoid any sympathy and drown my emotions with tequila tonight.