I woke up the next couple days with a splitting head ache and decided that school wasn't the greatest idea. I never did take the Tylenol, but my mom forced me to pick them up off the ground.
With my hands.
She really doesn't care about my well being.
Before I knew it, it was Sunday.
I laid in my bed silently scrolling through Instagram. Picture. Like. Picture. Like. Picture. Like. Picture. Pause....
It was Louise and her boyfriend dancing at a club. That man was not right for her. He was a druggie and smoked a ton a day. As much as I knew he was bad for her, I kept my tongue on hold. I couldn't keep hurting all of my fiends.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The pain would go away soon... I hope. I scrolled down forgetting the picture ever existed and got all the way to the bottom when a notification popped up on my screen. It was a message from Rose.
Hey Cybele
It's Rose. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at the diner today. I feel bad about Wednesday and I didn't know if I could help take your mind off of things. Love you girl. Hope you can make it.
Rose
I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Should I go? I mean. I'll be around them and something bad could happen. I feel fine right now. I'm all healed and such. Ok well maybe not my head but everything else was good. Maybe nothing would happen. I could stay for 10 minuets or so. That sounds good. Yeah. That's good.
I stretched out, letting all the kinks in my back pop. Next was my neck, then hips. Fuck that hurt. Then shoulders and finally knees. I sighed smiling a little as it felt good to feel all loose. I walked over to my closet and scanned over the options for the day. It was rainy and gloomy all week long, and there was nothing unusual about that in the town I lived in. I threw on some leggings and a tight green tank top. I'm not trying to dress to impress, I'm dressing for comfort.
Throwing on my black sweater, I checked the time again before I left my room. It was 1:30 in the after noon and I just got out of bed. I laughed at myself and laced up my shoes on my feet. I'm just so lazy.
"Mom I'm going to the diner for 10." I got no response. She was probably hung over and drunk. Meaning if I tried to wake her up she'd probably tear my throat out.
I quietly closed the front door behind me with my small purse slung across my shoulder. Walking towards the small path I took yesterday, I noticed something felt off... Very off. I tried to shrug it off and climbed up the small hill on the path. I looked around and an eerie howl was set off in the distance. Were I lived, there was no wolves or coyotes. At least there's not supposed to be.
I quickened my pace through the unusually quiet path. Adrenalin coursed through my body as I jolted forward. Before I knew it I was flying through the forest. I swore I heard someone behind me but I never looked back. I just kept running.
My body shot out of the exit and I sill kept running. The adrenalin in my body ceased and my legs slowly came to a fast pace walk. I came to a sudden stop and looked behind me. I had a fearful feeling that what ever was behind me followed me out. But I was wrong when I noticed that nothing was behind me. Just a lonely sidewalk.
I took a deep breath and sighed as I began to walk forwards again. The diner soon came into view a couple minuets later. People were making small talk while plates and utensils clattered against each other. The smell of greasy burgers and fried French fries filled my nose. I spotted Rose and her boyfriend sitting next to each other at the counter. A couple of my other friends were there as well. June, Patrick, Louise and her boyfriend and Marie. I took an empty seat at the end of the group and smiled. It took everyone a moment to figure out that I was actually here.
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The Little Night Light
Novela JuvenilCybele has a history. Ok maybe it isn't the best history, but it's something she refuses to tell. Her closest friends have self confidence and egos big enough to fit in Mount Everest while she wallows in the shadows of the school hoping no one sees...