The life of Amanda Rae

Reminiscing Patrick #5

I wake up the next morning with my mom beside me, mouth parted slightly, hand over her chest, legs sprawled out, overlapping one of my legs.

"That's where all the bed went. You took it all" I mutter out quietly.

I look at the time.

9:30 am

Only 30 minutes to get ready before I meet Patrick at the park. I get out of bed, I kiss my mother on the forehead, I grab a pair of dark blue skinny jeans with minimal rips around the knees. A black sweater, undergarments, a black beanie. I grab my brush, my makeup bag, my black combat boots, my phone and I go to the bathroom.

I lay my clothes down on the bathroom counter, next to the sink. I brush my teeth, I take my clothes down, I start the shower then I get in.

I wash up, I dry off and look at myself in the mirror, naked.

My long, dark chocolate brown hair covers my breast, while tiny droplets goes down my body.

Scars run down my thighs, bright red from the hot water. My wrists, pale and covered with red scars.

Don't think about it Amanda, you're better than this.

I roll my eyes at myself, seeing my reflection in the mirror.

So so ugly..

I turn around so I'm not looking at myself anymore. I dry off more, I put my underwear and my bra on. Then my black sweater, my jeans. then my socks.

I blow dry my hair, having its natural beach wave take over. I put on my black beanie and add mascara to my eye lashes, then foundation. I go down stairs, I put on my boots and check the time.

9:55 am.

Nobody seems to be awake right now so I write a note.

I'll be back soon.

Going out for a bit.

I'll text you around lunch time.

I love you both.

-Amanda xx

I place the note on the cold kitchen counter, I grab my keys and head out the door, starting my car.

I put the heat on, I turn on the radio and start driving to the park.

I get there in about 6 minutes and I see Patrick sitting on the green plastic bench, hands in his pocket.

His cheeks bright red from the cold, a black beanie on his head.

I get out of the car, lock it and I start walking towards him.

He see's me coming his way and he stands up, waiting for my arrival.

He is wearing a black sweatshirt with black jeans that fits his great. Wearing black Vans. He takes his hands out of his pocket and I catch a glimpse of what is on his wrists and immediately, a flashback from 6 years ago comes into my mind.

"Will we always be best friends Patty?" I say childish-y

He places a finger to his chin and pokes it slightly.

"Yes, yes we will always be best friends" He says with a smile on his face.

My face lights up with a huge grin on his face.

I take the piece of dark brown fabric out of my pocket, touching it slightly, having the softness tickle my thumb, making me giggle.

"What's so funny?" He questions.