Their Little Lady (✓)

Chapter 9 - Temporarely Beautiful Memories.

[A/N : okay just so you guys know as a little heads up, for this chapter its going to be super sad. With some mentions of possibly triggering things for some people such as;
Insomnia, very graphic description, abusive parents, depression, PBA (PBA means when a person laughs or cries alot, in this case its crying.)
This is also a kinda short chapter.
specifically 931 words.]

I smile, reminding myself of all the glorious times i use to have with those dorks.
But now im here.
In a place that feels like half way across the world.

You see, i moved away 10 years ago, i was 11 when we moved.
I cannot even express with words or emotion how much it hurt me to leave them. I thought that was going to be my forever home...well until i got a new house once i was older. But now im sitting here at the ripe age of 21, laying in my bed at 2:34am thinking of all the good times, and how much i wish to be back there...back with them.
We were so close, and they made me feel so safe and comforted. They were such huge flirts when it came to me. And so protective of me aswell, i had some troubles with bullies in my old school, back in haddonfield. But nothing the boys didn't fix almost immediatly.

I laughed sadly as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I quickly wiped it off; trying to go to sleep, considering it was so late. But ever since i left, things only got worse with my parents and i 
as i aged and i lost sleep because of this.
Every single night, i lay...in this same bed...with the same stuffed animals i had before i even moved to haddonfield. I miss always having sleepovers with the guys...always them protecting me if something with my parents happened.

Jason comforting me...Freddy, and Stu making jokes trying to cheer me up. Michael and Billy whispering sweet nothings to me...Brahms hugging me and petting my hair. And Bo...always kissing my head and hugging me so tightly. Hannibal wpuld take care of me when I got hurt, even the smallest of scratches. And Norman would read stories to me when I was sick, or play board games when I asked.
I missed it...i missed all of it.

I started to softly cry as I glance at the picture i had taken with them when we were kids.

'I was so happy...'

My parents had to literally drag me away from the boys arms, because I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to ever let go.

I still remember that stupid night we moved, I was sobbing. Calling for the boys names over and over again.
I couldn't live alone with my parents. I couldn't stand being alone again.
I had never experianced such love in all my life, and I didn't want the feeling to go away.
My parents grabbing me by the arms, hair, waist, trying to pull me away from them and into the car. All of the boys were gathered in front of Stu's house, which was right next to my now old house, all of their parents watching some with tears on there faces. The boys were crying aswell.
I felt like everything was going in slow-motion.
Like the world just....stopped.

Once my parents had successfully pushed me into the car I tried to open the back seat doors but there was childs lock on them. I was banging on the window repeatidly calling everyones names, even some of the parents.

-----Breif FlashBack-----

"Please! NO! let me out! Please don't...DON'T DO THIS!"
I screeched at anyone who was listening.
Begging to be let out, of this stupid fucking car!

"MICHAEL! BO! PLEASE."
I was a sobbing mess, i couldn't handle such emotion.
I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach, I was in so much pain i just wanted it to all be over.
At this point I was screaming so loud and crying so heavily that I started seeing stars, even though I could barely see anything through my glossy eyes.

"P-PLEASE! BILLY! JASON! LET ME OUT! PLEASE. PLEASE!"
I begged, just then...I started to feel really dizzy. I felt like I was going to puke, or pass out.
My cries began to get weaker...and slower...I was exhausted.
My screaming was now, but a whisper..
"P-please...*hick* S-S-Someone...let me o-out...-"
Then my vision faded, and i remember the feeling of my head hitting the back seat; hard.
I heard some male screams, I'm assuming from the boys. But I don't even know. The rest of that memory is just a big blur.

-----FlashBack Over-----

Of course, we all did keep in touch once we all got phones we got eachothers numbers and started a group chat. We talked in that group chat for like 2 years everyday. Until I texted the group chat. And I waited...and waited...and waited.
I figured 'maybe they are just busy right now' but eventually those minutes turned into weeks, which turned into months, which turned into years....and I still sat there. Staring at my messages that I've sent every single day. Hoping for something. Just something. But...nothing. But they promised they would find me, and we would all live in a house together. But where were they now?

I slowly drift off to sleep after crying for so long, my eyes were blood shot and the outer rims of my eyes were as red as a rose. I cried for so long, every single night of my life. Praying that they will appear and save me from this hell I call life.

I want to go home...my real home...I want my boys...