Brown eyes

Then its me

I guess I wish I could say it was getting easier but the truth is it wasn't, I was just broken and I was numb to anyone who came around. For months my siblings tried to help me but nothing was good enough. One night I was sitting in my room and my phone started to ring, " who in the hell is calling me" I said as picking up my phone but it was just a number, I raised my eyebrow and answered it.
Hello? I said confused
Hey kristy. The voice sounded timid
Paris? (Fake name) I said confused
Yeah. She said almost if she was mad that it was her.
What do you want. I said bluntly
I just wanted to check on you. She said
I'm good, but tell me why you really called. I said
I want to be friends kristy. She sounded almost sure.
I sighed, I'm sorry I don't think that is a good idea.
Oh.. she said almost as if she knew the answer.
Then I heard a voice upstairs, Kristy! My mom called out. I sighed " hey uh I got to go" I said in a irritated voice. There was a small silence as if she didn't know what to say. "Oh.. ok" I heard her say. Then I hung up. I proceeded to yell back to my mom YES!! Then I heard a yell back, COME HELP ME MAKE DINNER! She said, COMIN! I replied, so then I got up and the thoughts started to roll in.

After helping my make dinner we called all the kids and we ate. " hey kristy" my mom said looking at me, suddenly I got nervous and I felt my heart sink. Does she know Paris called me? If she about to yell? Then I prepared for the worst. "Yes mom?" My voice felt shook, I looked at her "can you wash the big pans and have your sisters load the dishwasher?" She said, I let out a quick breath of relief " yeah mom" she stared walking to the living room " thanks hunny" she replied with a smile, I smiled back at her and nodded.

Then I heard it a the notification sound, I got nervous and grabbed my phone, I didn't want to look at it bc something told me it was her.
After cleaning up the kitchen I went downstairs to my room and through my phone on my bed, put on some juice wrld and sat down next to my phone, I looked at it and started rubbing my palms on my knees, " I got this" I whispered to myself I took a deep breath, I picked my phone up and there it was... the message that would change it all.
"I want us to be friends again because I miss you." Paris said.
I stared at it for a long time and for some reason my heart fluttered but I knew it was a bad idea. She is a bad person and she made me question my worth, who does that? But I know who I am. See people can say they know there worth but they go back to the person, place or friends that hurt them, not because they think they are good, it's really because they are use to it. So if I know my worth I won't go back to someone who hurt me.