My life is at an all time low. My mother has a new boyfriend that is like ten years younger than her, my friends have ditched me for each other, and my grades are slipping like an old lady in an ice rink. The only thing that has kept me from relapsing is Jacob. He is the reason that I stopped cutting. Jacob has saved my life too many times to count.
This morning I woke up, brushed my teeth, got dressed and went downstairs to fix some breakfast before i hopped on the bus to visit my own personal hell. I wasn't expecting my mother to be awake, but she was. She cheerfully said, "Good morning Reese! How did you sleep?" I gave her a sarcastic thumbs up. I figured her half naked boyfriend would be down soon, so I gave her some attitude. She turned and rolled her eyes, trying as hard as she could to not say anything back. She continued to annoy me by asking me if i was ready for another Monday... I rolled my eyes and gave her a sour no. I could tell she was ticked off this time, but she bit her tongue and continued making the pancakes.
While waiting for breakfast I got on Instagram and logged onto my Jacob fan account. Over night I gained 87 followers. That brought a smile to my face because that means that I am 87 steps closer to being noticed my the love of my life.
Mom burned all the pancakes, so I said, "Bye mom...Love you." and rolled out the house. I barely caught the bus. I looked around for a seat, unfortunately, every seat was taken so I found a seat next to the girl in my health class who picks her nose and reads anime. It obviously wasn't my first choice, but it would do for 20 minutes.
When we arrived to school I moped to my locker, and grabbed my books. I met up with my friend, Ellen. She was wearing the same shirt that she wears at least two times a week. It was her Pete Wentz shirt. She is crazy in love with him. Like almost as much as me with Jacob Sartorius. We walked to our health class and sat down in the only two open seats. I hate being the last one in the class, but I don't mind if I have Ellen with me. Mr. Saltzman sat down and began blabbing about God knows what. I have learned to drown out his words. I began thinking of Jacob. He's probably at home, making vines and eating Lucky Charms. One time he was spotted in the Target 10 minutes from my house. I never actually saw him tho. He probably looks even better in real life.
--flash forward to after school--
As soon as I get home I run upstairs to my room. It's purple and has posters of Jacob all over. I also have a few pictures with Ellen hanging up, but not that many because we are too ugly for pictures. I get on my Twitter account and notice that Jacob has recently tweeted that he is going to have a meet and greet in the town right next to mine! I ecstatically click the link to look at prices. My internet won't work so I have to go reset the modem... for the third time this week. Once I get back up to my room, the site reads, SOLD OUT. I'm so upset that tears start to trickle down my face. I want to relapse, but I know that Jacob wouldn't want that.
I start tweeting ferociously about my anger for being too late. I give up, and go downstairs for some Oreos. All of a sudden I see someone standing at my front door that I haven't seen in years.
