I've Got You

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

As I arrived at Ashley's house, I cut the engine and rested my forehead on the steering wheel. Tears ran down my cheeks, and my chest was suddenly constricted by an invisible force. My heart began to pound. I was shaking and sweating. The world began to swim in my tears. It was too much to handle.

A knock sounded on the window. I jumped with surprise as my head snapped up. Andy. Another knock and a concerned look. I sniffled and rolled down the window with the small handle by my knee. It was a 2000 Honda Accord. What could you expect? He stood there, about to cry too. I felt awful. I didn't even know if I could tour with them. I'd be too much of a bother! Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe someone else had changed their mind. Maybe they didn't have enough money for me.

"Are you okay?" He broke the screaming silence in my mind. How was I supposed to answer that? The truth could ruin his day. A lie would ruin another day.

"Yeah," I replied. It wasn't a lie. I was going to make myself alright. I sucked in a breath of fresh air, leaned into the passenger side, and grabbed the handles of the bag, and threw it across the car to land at Andy's feet. He'd stepped aside just in time. Something inside broke.

"Oh god," I whispered. I tore open the side pocket of the bag, revealing two broken essential oil bottles. I fell onto the ground crying. Those were the only things through my childhood to save me. I could easily get more, it was just the sentimental value of them. I felt the pavement beneath my torso. I sobbed and curled into a ball. It was weird, knowing how something so small could have such a large impact.

I shook, imagining my tears puddling beneath me. My face was scratching against the loose pebbles on the deteriorating street. Strong arms scooped me up, and I heard a small grunt of effort. I didn't even care that I was imposing more of a problem on Andy than I had originally planned to. My mind was too far gone by this point.

I was put down on something soft. I had cried so hard that my eyes wouldn't even open willingly. Choked sobs were escaping my body. Tears were streaming down onto the surface I was on. I felt broken, worthless, and sad. This world wasn't for me anymore.

I must've fallen asleep, because obviously, I woke up. I was on a couch, it felt like. It was too dark to see. I felt like I was moving...maybe on a ship? Was I on a ship? This was crazy. I felt for my phone in my pocket. My eyes tried to open, but either they were so swollen that they were unable to, or it was too dark to see anything. I managed to slide the phone from my pocket, and hit the flashlight button on the side of it. Sitting up, I realized that I had not a clue where I was at. Panic began to rise.

My head hurt, probably from all of the crying. My throat was sore and scratchy, my stomach muscles were tight, and the left side of my body was all scratched up, including my face. It didn't feel pretty at all. I was definitely moving. This was a tour bus. And I was on tour.