After school we all rode in Chases truck over to my house, Annabelle was in the front seat like normal and I was in the back with Levi. When we got back to my house we all went into my bedroom and I filled them in on everything, they had to know they would have seen the messages. With wide eyes Levi got his laptop out and took my phone and charger. I almost Immediately popped up with and address. A warehouse just outside of town I would have taken about 30 minutes to get there.
In the truck I am balling and looking out the window, I saw through the reflection that Levi was staring at me.
" Please stop levi I know that what I am going through is horrible but I don't want your pity." I say you can hear me choking back on the tears.
" oh sorry." He said sounding as bit embarrassed.
What if he is not there when we get there and it is just there phone. Maybe it is a trap so she can get us all into a room where no one will hear us so she can kill my father and all my friends in front of me and then torture me until my own death. Even worse what if my dad is already dead and she is just luring us there so we can see it and then she will close and lock the door behind us and then burn everything on the inside.
When we get there Chase and Levi go in first. Annabelle and I follow quietly behind Chase runs in as fast as he can yelling behind him that my father is okay. Hearing this news was the best I have ever had, Annabelle sitting on the ground with me as I break down I couldn't control my tears I just balled and balled. Annabelle helped me to the truck and we left that horrible wretched place.
Oh My God. I cannot believe what just happened, Just this whole day has been a bust so far, I feel so so so sorry for Skylar. After the whole incident we took David to the hospital and Sky stayed at my house. She did not eat anything or communicate with anyone,she just sat up in my room. I really wish I could do something for her.
Picture day it has been a month since what happened to David and Skylar. She spent two months with me and my parents, Three days out of school, and a day in the hospital because my mom caught her cutting. I mean I still cut but it has become less often than normal. Skylar doesn't seem to depressed not like last month at least, or at least that's what I thought until it was her turn to get her pictures.
I smile the realist fake smile I could and obviously that wasn't real enough. The man in front of me that is trying to get my picture said I was a happy girl and I needed to smile.
"I may look happy but honestly dear, the only way i'll really smile is if you cut me ear to ear."
He just gave me a look of worry and he will most likely tell the guidance counselor. After the pictures I go to choir and we sing my favorite song out of all 10 we are learning, riving song. Choir is normally fun but there were two people behind me in line who most likely hear what I told the picture guy. I figured that when they were whispering and looking directly at me. To make matters worse I got called to the office and everyone started making that ridiculous ohhhh noise like little childish five year olds.
Slowly I walk to the Office, the slower the better I want to avoid this even though I know I have no choice but to go through with it. As I reach the guidance counselor's office I start to slow down hoping someone will come in and take me home. When I finally made it to her office I sat down in the yoga ball chair and started playing with one of those stress ball things.
" Okay Skylar now tell me about what you said to the picture man." she said in a strangely calming tone
" you know I wish you knew how difficult it is to get out of bed and act happy for the day when all you want to do is break down in tears." I say kind of giggling fashion.
" well why don't you tell me."
" Well the only thing I can say is that it is amazing how much long sleeves and a fake smile can hide." I say looking down.
" Well I think we will need to meet in my office every other monday or so to talk about this."
" No I think that won't work, I may be going through depression but I don't like to talk about my feelings."
" Okay I understand I will respect your privacy, if you want to talk to me about anything just come into my office."
" Okay thank you" I walk out of the office and back into class.
