Not Your Average Ricky(Ella) Story

While my strengths' getting thinner

A/N: I had to think of a creative way to add an animal into this story since Cinderellas is good with animals. You are gonna love this chapter. You're welcome :)

Song to listen to while reading: Numb By Sam Tompkins.

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I swear March doesn't want to end yet. This month needs to end because it keeps getting worse and worse every day.

"Thanks for doing this week's dry cleaning quicker than usual, Mrs. Robinson. Here is a tip." I hand the nice elderly lady a bill I got from my work tips while I carry the clothing hangers over my shoulder.

I don't have a car so I either skateboard back to the house with the dry cleaning or take the bus.

It's a pain to carry the girl's laundry but it's better than getting yelled at for not doing it.

Once I get home from the bus stop, I head to the living room to sort out the dry cleaning before my step-sisters argue over having clothes in the wrong closets.

"No, no, no, no." I flip over a puffy pink dress and see my light blue suit lying inside of it.

It's now a light purple color like periwinkle.

I never put my suit there. It's been hiding in the back of my closet. L must've gone into my room.

Now I don't have a song for the competition or a suit for prom.

Big Red is going to kill me. I don't even know how much the suit was to pay him back.

"I can't do this anymore," I say to no one in particular then run out of the house with my skateboard while locking the door behind me with shaky hands.

I don't know where I'm going. I can't skate while I'm having an anxiety or panic attack. I don't know which one it is. My hands are shaking and my vision is blurry from crying when I left the house.

I can't go to Nini's place, she might be with Melanie again. I can't ruin that for her or have her baby me again.

Red's house isn't far but he has work today so he won't be there.

I don't know where any of my other friends live either.

Once I'm in the forest near my house I start to slow down so that I can breathe. I find the nearest tree and sit down on the patch of soil nearby. My tears fall from my eyes instantly. I've been holding them in for a few days. I know it's bad.

I'll clean my clothes later. I want to sit here and cry.

Shit. The bracelet my mom gave me is still in my room. I took it off when I showered after I cleaned the house. I forgot to put it back on.

All of a sudden, I feel something or someone heavy pounce onto my stomach and put their hand on it, providing deep pressure. I almost fall over from where I'm sitting on the ground. Woah.

I still have the bruise from when I was beat up but it's getting better.

What is this? I feel the dog's paws put deep pressure on my chest, helping me with my anxiety attack.

I'm breathing normally now. My eyes are still full of tears though.

"Bowser, down, boy. Down, boy. Bowser, down! Bowser, what did I say about running off during our walks? Bowser, get off of Ricky," I hear a familiar voice and look up from where I fell on the ground when the dog pounced on me.