❝𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩.❞ I finally snap, this whole time I thought it was in my head but I was wrong. Everyone was right about him.
"You're not listening to me Brylan." He begs but I don't care for it. I d...
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This is the first time I've been outside in days. Katie came over yesterday and left this morning so I count yesterday as a good day since I actually interacted with another person. I feel productive and I want to believe I did it because I'm feeling better about myself but that would be a lie. Only so much time can pass before my parents will get the balls to come to me instead of getting my sister to get me and I don't want that.
Instead I decided to spend the day at the public courts and I played volleyball with a couple kids there. I taught them how to play at least. I definitely miss having school grounds privileges since I was able to go there unsupervised since I joined the team. I've graduated now so I don't have that kind of access but the little kids were fun too. It made it impossible for my family to speak with me.
I spent more time there than I should've so I ended up sore and tired once I got home. That's what happens when you go from staying in bed all day to multiple hours of physical activity out of no where.
I sat on the shower floor for about ten minutes before standing up to actually clean myself properly because everything hurt like fucking hell. Playing from morning till sundown isn't something I'll do again and I don't think I can since there's only so much time I have left. Till I have to respond to a school I mean.
If I don't do it soon then they're gonna completely cut me out and I won't have anywhere to go. The whole thing is stressing me out. This whole week is stressing me out. For once I just want to catch a goddamn break.
Wrapping my towel around the ends of my braids, I've been out of the shower for fifteen minutes but they refuse to dry properly. So much fun. Pushing my bedroom door open with my knee, I squat to open my duffel bag so I can empty it out. Flinching when I hear a loud banging from the front door, I yell for Sasha to get it but she understandably ignores me. I've been unintentionally ignoring her, because of my own life, so she has every right to brush me over.
Zipping my bag shut, I check my shirt to make sure it's not wet before dropping the towel and making my way to the door. Extending my arm I unlock the door before immediately shutting it when I see Damon.
What the fuck? Stepping away I do a quick swan dive of the route to my room before opening the door again. 'Why did you come through the front?' I'm quick to ask him but my concern only seems to shade his eyes. Worried if I upset him. 'Where have you even been? I feel as if I've been talking to the ghost of you.' I feel like my question is more than called for.
'I've spent forty hours in total in a police station,' he scrunches his nose. 'I left when it dawned on me that I legally didn't have to keep going back when they called on me if they didn't arrest me so I'm here now.'
'God.' I immediately frown. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have involved you.'
'No no.' His frustration fades away the moment I finish my sentence. 'I'm not upset with you, I'm here to check on you. I'm worried and I didn't get to speak to you long enough since... Is everything okay? I'm sorry for not responding to your messages but I didn't have a lot of time. I tried.'
