December 6, 2015
3:07 am
You know that feeling where you are sitting in your room trying not to cry so your poor mom can't hear you?
Yeah that's me right now, sitting at the end of my bed. Tears streaming down my face. My mom laying in her bed fast asleep and he's passed out on the couch.
It's just a usual Sunday night, school tomorrow, I should be sleeping, and I'm having a mental breakdown.
I hear the ding of my phone and I look over at. I blink away few tears since everything is blurry. I see that Pixie, yes that is her real name, texted me. What the hell is she doing up so late?
PixieXD: DUUUUUUDE!
Me: what?
PixieXD: What are you doing?
Me: nothing just sitting in my room, what are you doing and why are you up so late?
I really do care about Pixie, for a matter of fact she's the only person I care about besides my mom who is super unstable. She's the friend that is basically like your sibling. Have any of those? But man she's never up this late.
PixieXD: I was at this rad party and then the cops came and then I ran away because I'm not about to get busted for drinking and then fucking Bradley Ryan deceiced to stay there and "explain" to the cops what was going on. Stupid am I right? So I've been running around for 40 minutes completely lost and I need help. I' m scared Tan can you come get me?
Me: First of all what were you doing with Bradley Ryan and second of all I need your location and third of all of course I can Pix ;)
PixieXD: I knew I could rely on you! He invited me so I said yes..... We can talk about it later. I'm sending you my location right now.
Soon a map is sent to me, she's clear out in Park City? She is defiantly buying my gas.
I run into my bathroom and look at my face. My eyes are bloodshot and a small bruise is developing under my left check. Great just one more thing I have to explain to Pix. As I run a brush through my hair I hear my phone buzz again. I walk over it and see an unknown number.
Call from unknown number.
The area code was 801 so I redialed.
Ring... Ring.... Ring...
The number you are trying to reach is unavailable. At the tone...
I ended the call. I didn't think much of it so I slipped my vans on and grabbed a my black parka coat, my keys and phone, which was vibrating again.
I answer this time to hear Pixie's voice.
"I just wanted to let you know my phone died like 5 minutes ago so yeah," I hear her laugh. "Have you left yet?"
"No not yet. Just about to sneak out my window. Be there in about an hour. Love you Pix."
"Love you too Tan."
I hang up, crawl out my window and jog to my Subaru.
I turn on my navigational system, aka Siri, and turned on the radio.
We scream (we scream), we shout (we shout)
We are the fallen angels
We scream (we scream), we shout
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh
To those who sing alone, no need to feel the sorrow,
We scream (We scream) we shout whoa,
We are the fallen angels
I start tapping the steering wheel and speed off.
The car ride consisted of a lot of heavy screaming music so I could stay awake, a day old coffee, awkward car dancing and a pit stop in Salt Lake City. You see we live in Toole and Park City is about an hour drive, a little longer if you actually follow the speed limit, which I never do and why would I? It's almost 4 in morning.
