Save Me from Myself

Chapter 27

Layla's POV

"Layla you're such a fucking freak. Stop talking to yourself." My Dad screamed at me as I paced around my room.

"I'm not talking to myself daddy. I'm talking to my friends." I answered, smiling at him.

"Freak... Jodie, I don't know how much longer I can handle this freak." He yelled to my mom.

"Frank, just ignore her. God knows that's what the rest of us do." She answered from downstairs. He glared at me and slammed my door as he walked out.

"He's a meanie.." I whispered. The voices agreed.

"You should get rid of him Layla...
"Yes get rid of him."
"He's so mean to you Layla." They answered.

"I may not like it, but he's my dad." I said, sitting down on the carpet. "I definitely don't like it.."

This happened when I was 7 years old.

"LAYLA. WHY ARE YOU NEAR YOUR BROTHER? I THOUGHT I WARNED YOU. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED ANYWHERE NEAR HIM." My mother screamed. She pushed me away from Tommy and into a wall. "I TOLD YOU. YOU'RE GOING TO TURN THAT ONE INTO A FREAK, JUST LIKE YOU."

"Mom, I'm not a freak! And I just wanted to talk to my little brother.." I mumbled.

"Yes you are. Now go to your room. I don't want to look at you." She said, angrily.

I walked sadly to my room. I heard my dad whisper to my mom, "I told you that we should've gotten that one aborted..."

I was 12 years old when this happened.

"Layla, shut the fuck up." Dad yelled at me, "Your brother is trying to sleep."

"Yes dad." I answered

"Why do you deal with them Layla?" A female voice asked.

"Because they're my family."

"They don't love you."

"Who would? I'm a freak."

"No you're not. That's just what they tell you. You're not a freak."

"Yes I am."

"LAYLA SHUT THE FUCK UP, I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR MUMBLING. YOUR BROTHER IS TRYING TO SLEEP, STOP BEING SUCH A FUCK UP." My Dad yelled as loud as he could. I heard Tommy start screaming and crying, and my dad groaned.

"... I'm not a fuck up... am i?" I asked.

"Just a little bit" another voice answered. "Just a little bit."

I was 15 when this happened. A few days later, i was sent to the asylum, thank god.

I sighed loudly as i thought about my childhood memories. I couldn't remember one good one. I wiped the tears off my cheeks and got out of bed. I picked the lock on my door and ran through the hallway until i found the window.

It was already unlocked, so i climbed out the window onto the roof.

"You're late." Cali said, not looking up at me.

"Sorry. Nostalgia." I answered.

She nodded and i laid next to her on the roof.

"I wish that we could come out here during the day. I love looking at the clouds." She mumbled.

"Me too. Hey Cali, can i ask you a a question?" I asked.

She nodded, "Yeah sure."

"Are you happy?"

She sighed, "Define happy."

"Um... you like being alive and you're glad that you didn't die." I said.

"No I don't think so. I would rather be dead right now." She answered.

"But I'm glad you're not dead."

"That doesn't change the fact that I want to be dead." She mumbled.

"Cali, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Sometimes, you don't know what's wrong. You just know that you feel so worthless and dead inside, and it's not worth waking up in the morning." She said, sitting up.

"Cali...."

"No. Don't say it Layla. I know exactly what you're going to say, and I don't want to hear it right now." She groaned.

"Cali, I'm not gonna be here forever. When I go, I need you to go to. So stop being depressed, because we need to get out of here." I said. "Cali I want to leave. I don't want to be here anymore. Why do you?"

She glared at me, got up, and went back inside.

"Cali don't---" I started, but she was already gone.

I sighed, and looked up at the stars. Someday, I'll be up there, and I won't have to deal with anyone or think about anything.

I just wish that day would come sooner.

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Another relatively calm chapter. I hope you guys liked it. Thanks for reading, you guys are amazing!
♡♡Christal