How Did We Get Here?

Maybe

Sally Face's POV

I spent all Saturday hanging with Larry, we stayed up late playing COD and kicking people's asses. Now it was Sunday, and as soon as I woke up I got dressed, grabbed my skateboard, and made my way to the skate park. I wasn't sure exactly when the sermon ended but it wasn't going to be for a while. I planned to practice my kickflip while I waited, of course, that meant falling down a bunch.

Eventually, the bell rang, and people began flooding out. I couldn't help but look for Travis, but soon everyone had left, and he was nowhere to be found. 

Maybe he got sick, or in trouble, but his dad would have made him go to church, even if he was in trouble. I hoped he was just staying late, so I waited. Soon though, it was getting dark, and no one else had left the church. Maybe this was all a trick, maybe he wanted to see if I was desperate enough to come still after he beat me up, and I fell for it. God, I was such an idiot, I thought I was getting somewhere with him, he must have brought me back to my apartment out of pity, why am I such a loser. Why couldn't I just know when to stop. It was obvious he didn't want to kiss me, he doesn't want to be gay, I know he can't help it, but I shouldn't force him to understand. I don't even care that he beat me up, every time see the bruise all I think about is how strong he is, he was able to pick me up like it was no issue. He must hate me, why am I so ugly, maybe if it wasn't for my stupid fucking face he would like me. 

When the sun had almost set was when I finally gave up. I should have figured, he is a bully. I still hoped there was another excuse, but that dread that it was all fake kept looming over me. I walked up to Addison Apartments with my head held low, I just wanted to sleep this day off, so when I entered the building I stopped by Terrance's room for some of his famous tea, it always put the adults to sleep. I went up to my apartment and stopped in the bathroom, just to make sure I would fall asleep, I put some of my dad's sleeping medicine in, and went to my room. I drank the tea slowly, I don't think I would be coming to school tomorrow, I can't show my face, well, prosthetic, not after Friday. 

I ended up sleeping in until noon that Monday. My dad leaves for work before I wake up so he thinks I'm at school. That was okay, he didn't need to know. Even though I woke up at noon, I didn't actually leave my bed until two, I just couldn't bring myself to move, but when I did, I just took a piss and had some cereal before laying back down. I spent most of the day just scrolling through social media, distracting myself, but I knew that Larry would be seeing if I was okay, especially since I missed DND too. I assumed he would go to DND still so I figured I had time. I didn't want to worry him too much so I grabbed some tissues and scrunched them up, I turned on the TV in the living room and laid on the couch with a blanket over me. 

He didn't take too long to knock on the door, I yelled to come in and he looked at me with relief when he saw I was just sick. I had missed weeks of school previously due to depression, I had gone through swings of extreme depression to extreme happiness, I always hated making Larry worry, so I didn't want him to worry this time. "What happened, dude? Came down with a cold?" I just nodded in response. "Don't worry about DND, I needed extra time to prepare for this campaign anyway, we can push it back till next week." He said. He knew I would feel bad about missing our first session, but I knew that was a lie, he had the campaign planned for months now, he started planning it during our last one when Todd was the DM, I knew he anxiously wanted to start it, it was nice of him to try though.

We ended up hanging out and watching a movie or two before he gave me the homework I missed and left to check in on Lisa, it is so sweet how much he and Lisa care for each other. I didn't feel like touching my homework though, in fact, as soon as he left I just went right back to my bed. I just felt like wallowing in self-pity, every time I got out of bed I would just be reminded that I had to put that prosthetic back on, and of how disgusting I was. I stayed this way for a while.