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Chapter 9

Chapter 9

I slowly trudged into our house with my head hanging low. My face was hidden well beneath my hair which hung around my head covering my eyes so no one could see what emotions were plastered onto them. Everyone didn’t have to know that I was in pain because of my friends leaving me, confused because of all these new things that came onto me so suddenly, and sad in just plain general. I was on the verge of tears after my horrible day, but knew better than to let them fall. That would just bring a bunch of unwanted, uncomfortable questions on me while I looked weak and in some people’s eyes in the need of attention.

I slammed the door shut behind me, whipped my shoes off and stormed upstairs ignoring my brothers’ urgent calls. Who cared about what they had to say? I didn’t! Especially if they were just going to tell me that they had gone through the same thing, and that everything would slowly resolve its self.  If they knew how bad it really was they would help me, but obviously they didn’t know since they had had each other to talk to while they ‘went through these horrible things’. They had been able to come home and know that they at least had one place where they could come and always have someone to talk to so they would be able to take their minds off of these things. (If they even had to go through them…) I didn’t even have that much since my parents and brothers were never home. I was truly able to say, this once, that I was pretty much alone in this.

“Ashley! Come down here this instant!” Josh screamed from downstairs, but I continued to ignore him. With Josh, this wasn’t hard to achieve.

“We know you’re up there so answer us now!” John’s voice followed not much later, not having much effect on me. I just ended up chuckling at their childish ways of trying to get my down while continuing to zone out, hoping they would leave me alone. As they lapsed into silence I could almost hear them thinking about ways to try to get me down. John was the one who spoke up first.

 “Don’t make us come and get you!” He screamed earning me to burst out laughing and completely give myself away, though I couldn’t help it. I could already see their pained expressions as this thought passed through their minds. It was the same look I had seen on their faces when I had broken my leg and they had to bring me upstairs. I could clearly remember the two of them complaining about having to enter a teenage girl’s room, and how it would scare them for life, while my parents just rolled their eyes and told them to get going. This was why I was definite that they wouldn’t come up to get me. …Because they were scared to scare their precious eyes with my perfectly clean room.

My room wasn’t like every other teenage girl’s. Posters weren’t plastered on the walls, clothes weren’t scattered on the floor, jewelry didn’t hang from every spot possible and make up couldn’t be found all over the place. Instead you would find the walls painted a very light shade of pink, a spotless floor, and everything tucked away into its spot. I was a clean freak and wasn’t scared to admit it, but my brothers’ didn’t know this.

When I didn’t answer I heard my brothers groan and Josh tried persuading me this time. “We really will come get you! Come down, or we’re going up!”

As a reply I pulled out my large, stuffed, light blue binder and started looking through my homework for the next day, but my eyes stopped on a red heart shaped piece of paper with writing on it in dark black.

My love,

You haven’t talked to me specifically yet, but you have talked to my friends before. You blew them off not even giving me the chance to be able to talk to you. Please think things through, and give me a chance. You may not love me, but I will always love you.

Yours truly,

Anonymous.

After reading and rereading the note my mouth dropped straight down. I had no clue who would send me a note like this but my mind jumped to conclusions almost immediately. It focused in on the few moments that day when some familiar looking kid from that group who tried talking to me accidentally ran straight into me, making all of my stuff fall onto the ground. The girl helped me pick up my stuff along with one of the boys who I had in my homeroom class. The boy had been the one to pick up my binder so it had probably been him.