Sweet Escape

Chapter 7

It's been 2 days since I revisited Lydia and I just can't seem to find out what's wrong. I've been stopping her from cutting. It makes me feel much better that she doesn't use that horrid blade. I've noticed that Lydia is on her computer a lot. She cut school today with an excuse that she had the stomach virus. Lydia even made fake vomit.

I decided to sneak on her computer as she helped her mom get ready for work. As I opened up her macbook the screen lights up and I see that she is still logged into Facebook and Twitter.
I decide to open face book and I immediately see negative comments on her timeline.

Lydia Chaster is such an anorexic loser. Does she think she can get pity from us because her dad died? Idc about some stupid man dying. #sorrynotsorry

Lydia is a whore. I mean why send nudes when your a piece of trash?

I don't understand Lydia. She has so much money but has no friends. That's what I call pathetic.

There is a lot of hate toward Lydia Chaster. I don't hate the girl but I don't like her either. I guess you could say I just don't admire skinny attention whores.

I couldn't believe what I was reading. All of these people think she's craves attention. Honestly how would they feel if their father died in a tragic car accident.
I click on Twitter and see more disgusting posts about her. But some of them are a bit older. Some start from the year Lydia's father died.

I don't think @lydiaiskool realizes that she looks like a fucking man yet.

It's too bad that @lydiaiskool wasn't in the car crash with her dad.

I guess @lydiaiskool wants the D both in and out of school... #controlyourself

Im not sure if  Lydia's dad got hit by a car or committed suicide. I mean I would wanna get away from that thing too...

So all of Lydia's pain is coming from kids at her school. But what are they talking about with her and nudes? I don't get it. Im probably missing a lot of this puzzle. But at least I have a bit of an idea of what's going on.

I quickly close the laptop as I hear footsteps come closer to the door.
"I'll text you when Grandma gets here mom!" Lydia shouts from the doorway of her bedroom.

"Ok! Bye, I love you." Tracey says before shutting the front door.

Lydia sits on her bed and let's out a long breath.
"Let's see what people say today."
Lydia opened up her laptop and scrolled through her feed on Facebook and Twitter.
"Hm. Nothing yet. That's a good thing."
She gets up and goes through a drawer that's full of cd's. "Oh my gosh! My old Jonas brothers album! I have got to listen to this."

As I watched Lydia, I grew confused. I thought she was upset and depressed. What made her so happy. I mean I want her to be happy but this just doesn't make sense.

Lydia put the Jonas brothers album in the CD player and began humming the lyrics while twirling around her room.
Toward the end of the song she started laughing as if someone told her a joke.

She clutched her stomach from laughing so hard. Then she started to frown while laughing, each chuckle gets slower and forms into sobs.
As tears roll down her cheeks she sits and clutches her knees against her chest.

"Why do I do this to myself?" She asked trying so wipe away the tears. "I can't keep this act up."

As I heard those words leave her lips I thought for sure she was going to try to get on a road to recovery.

"Why get better when I don't have a say in myself?"

I was so unpleased and astonished at what Lydia said. She's too far deep into self hatred and depression to even know how to fix anything.

Lydia scoots on her bum over to the CD player and lowers the volume. She gets up she and wipes away some tears. As she makes her way downstairs she finds that her grandma is already there.

"Hey grandma." Lydia said embracing her in a hug.

"Oh you look more pale than I imagined." Lydia's grandma said concerned while feeling Lydia's forehead. "Let's go up to your room I'll tuck you in."

"Thanks grandma." Lydia hugged her again.

I remember when Lydia was a child she always loved her grandma. It was her fathers mother so she's one of the only things that's left of her father.

When Lydia and her grandma reached the bedroom, Lydia slipped under the covers of her bed. Her grandma went inside Lydia's bathroom to get a wet wash cloth.

"Lydia." Her grandma came out holding a shinny metal razor blade. "I thought I told you to throw this piece of scrap metal away."

"Oh." Lydia looked down. "I guess I forgot one. I'll throw it away later."

"How about I throw it away now?"

"No. I'll do it. I just wanna-"

"You wanna what? Cut yourself up?" Lydia's grandma asked as she dropped the razor in the toilet. "This is for your own good."

It was done. The razor was flushed down the toilet. I know Lydia has more though.

"Now don't you feel better?" Lydia's grandma asked.

"A little."

"Baby angel. Your body is not made to be cut up. Your body is made to hold a beautiful and caring soul that is you."

Tears rolled down Lydia's cheeks as her grandma held her hand. They then embarrassed each other in a soft and loving hug.

"Don't worry it gets better. You have me and I have you. And God knows I couldn't ask for a better grandchild than you."

"Thanks Grandma. I love you."

"I love you more."

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Hey guys sorry if this is poopy I've been super busy and tired af. Btw I would like to thank some of my new readers. I honestly makes my day when I see people comment on my chapters. Because it makes me feel good that someone else reads my stuff besides my family.

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