Last Two Weeks

"Don't do it." she muttered to herself with a shudder.

______________________

There was once a girl, age #, going through those days, lying in bed, doing nothing, just staring at the ceiling, until she eventually fell asleep for 12 more hours.

Last two weeks. Day 1. Monday.
______________________

Wake up, stand in the shower for 30 minutes, skip breakfast, wear something she doesn't like, go to school, survive, go home, survive. That was her daily routine, but today was different, she was sadder than normal, she brushed it off, talking to online friends, dealing with trauma, p€dophile$, toxic relationships, all while her mother wasn't aware. Her father left when she was just a baby, her mother hated her thinking she was the reason as to why, but she didn't care, she hated her too.

Last two weeks. Day 2. Tuesday.
______________________

Wake up, stand in the shower for longer than usual, skip breakfast, wear something she doesn't like, go to school, skip class, survive, go home late, survive, cry. Her routine was different today.

"I'm home." she said as she stared at her mother lying on the couch, drunk. Her mother ignored her words as she was completely intoxicated. 1am, she got home by 1am this time. She lied on her bed, staring at the ceiling, grabbing her phone beside her and staring at all the texts from a username called "Arson 🖤".

"Baby please."
"Just send"
"ill treat you better"
"please."
"god your so boring."
"fuck you"
"i hate you."
"just go off yourself"

She scrolled as she read through the texts in order, this wasn't the first time he was like this. It would be better to just sleep and hope for the best in the morning.

Last two weeks. Day 3. Wednesday.
_____________________

She had no class today. She could just stay in bed. As she lied on her side, the weight in her chest worsened. That was weird, she hadn't felt like that in a while, she thought maybe she was sadder than usual and went to sleep. for 12 more hours.

Last two weeks. Day 4. Thursday.
_____________________

She lied in bed for 2 hours, she didn't want to go. But she went anyway, for her friends, because she cared about them, and she cared about her grades. Get out of bed, stand in the shower for 50 minutes, eat a piece of toast, go to school, get detention, cry in the bathroom. Her routine was different again.

She survived through school, she met a new friend, She calls herself Temp, she was like a mother. It was fun.

"I'm home." she said as she looked at her mother, on the couch intoxicated again. She walked past the clock that read 2am. She came home late today.

Last two weeks. Day 5. Friday.
_____________________

She was happy. It was a holiday so she didn't need to go to school, but her friends wanted to go to the mall. She didn't want to go to the mall.

Her and her friends rushed into each store all laughing, having fun, they went shopping, went to the arcade, they went out to the boulevard, went to karaoke. But as she stumbled into her home, her throat hurt from the singing, "I'm home." she said staring at her mom on the couch, intoxicated, walking past the clock that read 2:40 am. She came home later again today.

Last two weeks. Day 6. Saturday.
_____________________

She lied in bed, thinking, when she all of a sudden remembered her online friends. She received 3 missed calls, got blocked by 2 of her most closest online friends, got added to a gc that read "where are you" 99+ notifications. She scrolled down, then proceeded to send apology paragraphs to everyone, She did this for 2 hours.