Everywhere I Go *Editing*

Chapter 12

Back to present time

I remember Dennis and Merriam. Just like it was yesterday that we had our argument that broke our whole relationship. I really don't want to go back to high school for a semester. I know it's not a whole year but it's still going to be hell.

Monday Morning

I was woken up by Jorel at 6 in the morning. I pretended to still be asleep until he dragged me out of bed.

"Ava, you need to go back to school so you can get a good job!"

"You dropped out of your freshman year and never went back!"

"But it's too late to go back."

"Let it be too late for me to go back then." Jorel groaned and ignored me. He pulled out his cell phone and called someone.

"You're enrolled and start on Monday," he said.

"Ugh why did I choose to go to you?" I try to stop those words from coming out of my mouth. I run out the door to the curb and start to cry my eyes out. I remember how I tried so hard to become a popular person, but it never worked at all. All they did was reject me. Other people had bullied me because I was fat when I went to school. That's the main reason of why I'm underweight now. My doctor had always said being underweight is unhealthy, but it just looks so good.

School is when depression found its own way into my life. Everyone hated me. Even Dennis and Merriam. The only person I had was my dad, George. He was always there for me, unless he was out for a night to get drunk. He recently stopped doing that because he won't stop having the thought of my depression being all of his fault. He loved me so much, and he still does. I just had to get away from him.

School was terrible and everyone judged me. I was that one person to wear jeans and long sleeved shirts in 80+ degrees weather. I stopped self harming a few months ago, and stopped wearing long things about a year ago. I don't know what it was, I just had the urge to flush the only blades I had. All but 1. I needed at least a little memory from that time of my life, to remember how strong I was to end that addiction. Life was terrible. I got texts from random people telling me to drink bleach, jump off a building, etc. I had tried to overdose, so I could go to the hospital and maybe wake up. I couldn't see a thing with my glasses on because of all of my tears, but I was really badly farsighted. I had no clue of how to open the jar of pills. While I was trying, my big cousin saw me.

"Ava, what the hell do you think you're doing?" She asks while running up to me. She read the label of the pills. They were her sleeping pills. I could have died. I could have been dead by now if it wasn't for her. I really want to see her again. She was like an older sister to me, she always looked out for me, especially when my dad went out every night except on Sundays. She was a smoker, and she got high on something. I don't remember what it was. Heroin? I couldn't hear a word. Anyway, she was in a car accident that left her in a coma. She remains in a coma in Denver, CO. I want to visit her so bad. I know i have the money to go, but I don't want to go alone. I was just thinking when I heard a loud thump in the back yard. It startles me, making me get up and see what it was. I don't see anything in the mile high grass in the back.

"Hello?" I say. I hear more rustling in the grass. "Anyone there?" No reply. Eh, must just be the wind. I begin walking up to the front of the house when someone jumps out from behind me. They grab onto my shoulders while holding a cloth. They hold the cloth up to my nose and mouth and it makes me breathe in something.

"Ava!" Is the last thing I heard before I passed out.

Ayye guys I finally decided to update! We have a substitute in ELA and all she gave us to do is a reflection sheet for some stupid debate we have been doing for the last few weeks on globalization. I would have updated on Friday(not really) but it was amazingly fun. I went to this place called Burlington Creek until 5:30 hanging with some friends with NO parents, then I went skating at River Roll with a bunch of my friends. There was an argument, almost a fight but not quite. We were all planning on beating this one rude slut(literally a SLUT) at 10:00 pm, 30 minutes before the skating session started. I was going to film because I was tired as all hell, but me and 2 of my friends decided to sneak out and walk around the city at like 9:00 or something. I ended up going to bed at around 4, and woke up at like 12. Then at 6:00 on Saturday I went to Edge Gymnastics for an open gym night with 3 of my friends, and it was boring. Too many people were there, one of my friend's heart was broken by another one of our friends, and one of my friends were crying because of one of his friends. Sundays. Lazy. Stupid, Useless. Church. I hate Sundays more than I hate Mondays. Every Sunday I wake up with migraines. Well, I am planning on updating way more often(not a lie this time) Private message me/comment on this if you have any questions about the story if I missed any details, like if I went from something and to another thing randomly, you know what I mean. I think. I hope you guys forgive me for not updating :333

Also, do you guys think I should update more often with shorter stories or update less with longer chapters?