Fighter

Chapter 95: He's Watching Me

As I was eating, both Tommy and Naomi gave me a wierd look. I ate quickly and I ran right back up to my room. My room was messy but I didn't care. I looked out the window again and the car was gone. He was gone. I slid my back down the wall and sat next to the window. I had a moment of relief but I was still terrified.

I keep thinking about every time that sick bastard has ever hurt me. I sat there and I cried silently. No emotion on my face but every drop of anger and anxiety and sadness inside is aching to come out. I just sat there, fists clenched, tears streaming down my face. I found the bottle of pills that I had hidden from myself and I took them. Oh god I was stressed and terrified of every little thing.

I got up and layed back on the bed. I was feeling better. I hadn't eaten in a few days besides the breakfast thay Tommy made. I didn't want to go downstairs. I was afraid to. I don't want to leave this room. I'm too afraid. I can't control my feelings anymore and I was going to lash out any second.

I stared blankly at the ceiling and I didn't move. I couldn't sleep. Everytime I fell asleep I would see his face. Everytime I fell asleep I would dream about what happened, I didn't want to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't fucking sleep. I COULD NOT FUCKING SLEEP. I couldn't eat or talk. He was breaking me exactly the way he knew how.