Almost Everyone || C.H.

Chapter 3

As I get off the bus, I try my hardest to hold in today's wave of tears until I get home. Just breath, in and out, it's easy.

After a couple of excruciatingly long minutes, my walk home is over. I throw my book bag on the floor and race upstairs to my room. Even before I flop onto my bed the tears start rolling down my cheeks.

I lay there for a good 7 minutes before I sit up and slowly pull myself together.

"Rorey, do you want a snack or anything?"

"No thanks mom, not now." I sniffles out quietly. Nobody understands what I'm going threw, but at least she tried to make it better.

I slip out of my room, hoping that nobody will notice me, and patter down the steps to get my bag. Good thing I don't have a whole lot of homework tonight, or else I'd still probably be crying.

I finish my homework in 20 minutes and pulls out my laptop to turn on Netflix. I turn on some random Cartoon Network show and whip out my phone to see if anybody famous tweeted. That's when I see the text.

"Listen here Aurora. DO NOT even think about trying to get close to Calum or else you will seriously regret it."

I automatically knew it was from Leah since she's the only one who would say that. How'd she even get my number though? I block the number she texted from and go on Instagram to check that.

I only have around 230 followers while everyone else at school has at least 350 followers. I don't really mind it though cause nobody really bullies me on here. Then I see something that isn't there to often. You have 1 new follower.

I look in dismay that the screen that just told me I have a new follower. Nobody ever follows me! The follower was Calum, which made things even better. He seems nice enough to understand that I'm not a bitch, so he can't be that bad.

"Hey Rorey, do you want any dinner?"

"Nah, I'm not really that hungry."

My mom really isn't that bad. She understands that my life isn't really good. When I was little we tried to stop the bulling, but it just made things worse. I can tell that she feels bad about it but she can't control what happens in my life anymore.

"Honey, I'm worried about you," she said as she carefully stepped into my room. "You haven't cleaned your room lately, have you?" She half smiled.

"No I haven't really felt up to it." She just stands there staring at me for a minute before coming over to sit on my bed as I placed my phone under my leg. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. I juts sat there waiting for her to say something as her eyes gazed around my room, staring the pile of dirty band shirts piled up by my hamper. Her gaze finally landed on my eyes and I could see that she was searching them for any kind of emotion she could find. 

Getting up slowly from my bed, she shuffled out of my room into the hallway, closing my door softly. I retrieve my phone from it's hiding place and stare at the black screen before I finally decide to turn it on. Opening the tan colored app, I accept the follow request and flop onto my pillows.