Winning Skylinn

5

When I got home, I didn't really know what to do. Usually I would be texting Denver. But what if he was sleeping? Or, better yet, reading my letter? I wished I knew what he was doing.

Mom and Dad weren't home, so I decided to watch a movie. I found one of my favorite ones on Netflix, called Cyberbully. It starred Emily Osment, and she was just a normal girl, until her little brother hacked her Cliqsters account and started a rumor that she was a slut. It all went downhill from there. Obviously, it was a depressing movie, but that's kinda what I needed at the moment.

A sappy romance story wasn't going to cheer me up in the least, and I was afraid I couldn't laugh at a comedy. So, depressing drama it was. Besides, it was one of my favorite movies, no matter what mood I was in.

I started crying at the part where she makes the video and tries to commit suicide. I wished Denver was there to comfort me.

I really needed to stop with this crap. It had been, what, an hour? An hour and a half? I was depressed after just an hour and a half. It probably wasn't good for me.

So instead of finishing the movie, I shut it off and decided to write in my diary instead. That always helped me clear my thoughts. And I could definitely use some of that right now.

I went up to my room, where the big, cloud-like comforter awaited me. I grabbed my diary out of the dresser where I kept it, and flopped back on the bed. I stared at all the bumps on the popcorn ceiling. I always hated that ceiling. Jonny and I used to make fun of it when we were younger, back before it wasn't scandalous to have a boy in your room. I missed those days...

Sighing, I leaned over the bed and got a pen, then folded my legs criss-cross-applesauce and began to write. I let out everything I was feeling, writing it all down until I'd filled up three whole pages. By the time I was finished, the paper was stained with tears, as were my cheeks. But despite the fact that I was crying, I felt a lot better.

A nice bath sounded good right about now. I took my fluffy lavender robe off its hook and carried it to the hall bathroom. There, I filled up the tub with hot water and added bubbles because why not?

As the water rose in the tub, I stripped of my clothing and threw it in the hamper. Then I climbed into the tub and sank beneath the water, only my head floating atop the bubbles.

"Ahhh," I sighed, feeling my muscles relax.

When the tub was almost full, I turned the water off and laid there, finally at peace. I dipped my hands underwater, then brought them to my face and wiped away any makeup that was still leftover from the crying.

I opened the bottle of Endless Weekend shower gel and inhaled the beautiful scent. It was my favorite soap ever from Bath and Body Works.

After scrubbing myself clean and conditioning my hair, I soaked for a little while longer. When the water began to get cold, I stood up and drained it, then stepped out and wrapped myself in a warm towel.

Once I'd dried off and wrapped my hair in a towel, I slipped my robe on and walked across the hall to my room. All cried out, I decided to take a nap.

The last thing I remember is smelling Endless Weekend on my arms as I folded them beneath my head and drifted off to sleep.

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A/N: Sorry for this short filler, but hope you enjoyed anyways. Have any of you seen Cyberbully? It's a really good movie! I hope they don't take it off Netflix... I hate when they do that! Anywho, have a good night/day (whatever it is for you). Thanks for reading! 😊