...Saving Me...

Chapter 4: What Was I Thinking?

(Before Asher)

At the bus stop:

Pacing back and forth next to a bench, I noticed a little girl... One about 5 years old, who was holding her parents hands as they playfully swung her back and forth.

Then I thought to myself, 'Why? Oh, WHY couldn't I have that? Was it to much for a random girl like me to ask for?' Tears filled my eyes.

I was on my way to my Aunt's house... But I still haven't called her to tell her, yet. 'What would I say? Would I make up a lie, for why I escaped to her house?' I asked myself.

My hand was holding my phone tightly, as I came up with a believable story. But I finally forced the phone to my ear, and dialed her number.

*Ring *Ring * Ring

"Hey! This is Jillian, sorry I can't come to the phone right now... But I'm not to sorry! Cause Davy and I are on a cruise. So please leave a message, and will call you back. Byeee!"

Oh.My.Goodness... 'She's on a cruise! Without me! With someone called Davy? What the?' I was shocked that she had found another guy so fast that's not Uncle Benn. I thought they would get back together!

I can't believe she's on a cruise and didn't tell me!!!

My hand was shaking as I hung-up the phone and put it back in my pocket. As I thought about, 'What the hell am I going do now?'

I didn't bring anything really... Just a couple of undergarments and a outfit, because I still have stuff at my Aunt's house. But it looks like I'm not going there.

Or am I?

I found myself deep in thought, as I got off the bus at a stop near her house. What was I thinking about?

Everything...

My heart was pounding as I made my way up the drive way. I tried to open the front door and the back door but everything was locked. Her house was small and simple. Pretty with gray bricks and a black roof.

My favorite color was gray. Because that's really all I saw in life. But something about that color helped me threw those depressed and unforgettable years.

I hate to talk like that... But I know deep down that someone needs to know how I feel...

But I couldn't tell my Aunt... Because she pittys me already. And I hate being pittyed, I just want to be treated equally.
I couldn't tell Mr. or Mrs. Michel because they worry I'm already a syco teenage girl that has family problems.
I certainly could never tell Katly or Caleb, And especially NOT Avery!
And I no longer had my best friend in the whole world to talk to anymore.

So there... I had no one... That is intill later that evening.