Take Me In

Take Me In: Chapter One

Tisha Silvers has been dragging her feet along the road for the past 16 hours, and still hasn't gotten any sleep.

At that moment, she was so sure she was going to collapse, right then and there. But that's when she spotted a diner.

"Holy Mother of God, I'm saved!" Tisha exclaims with wide eyes. She walked as fast as her jelly legs could towards the doors of Auntie Grace's Diner.

She bursts in, earning a few dirty looks from a a couple of senior citizens. Plopping down into the nearest booth her tired eyes could see, she texts Jami Cruz; her Fil-Am best friend.

"Hey, Jami," Tisha says as she types every word. "How are you? I know, I won't be back soon. You see, I've....... Fuck it." Sighing, she drops her iPhone onto the table.

I don't even know what to fucking say to my best friend, she thinks to herself. How will I manage to stay alive in this world alone? Maybe I should go back.

Wait, I can't. I just can't.

"Oh my God, hell no. Hell to the no. I will not go back." She shakes her head.

A brunette haired horse-like waitress comes to her table and asks, "So have you decided what to order, Miss?" She had a snotty look on her face, but her eyes say that she's been through a lot more that Tisha herself has.

Snapping out of it, Tisha responds automatically, "Um, the fish and chips. And a diet coke." The waitress gives her a skeptical look, and takes her order. "It'll be there in 15 minutes."

Heck, I hate fish and chips. But anything, and I mean anything, tastes good after 16 hours of no sleep or tire. But.... I HATE FISH AND CHIPS!

The waitress arrived with her food, right before Tisha was about to scream with impatience and exhaustion.

All the while she was eating, she was thinking of Sean Crawford, her now ex-boyfriend. The first few months were okay, until one night..... "Why am I thinking about this," She mutters to herself.

What Sean did that night changed everything. It changed how Tisha acted, how she thought, and even how she chose friends.

Tisha never looked anyone directly in the eye, except for Jordan Andrews. She never recited ever again, and her grades dropped from As and Bs, to Ds and Fs. Her stepmother began to yell at everyone, especially Tisha. Her dad couldn't do anything, and she found out that he had been drinking every other day his wife didn't know. Tisha had gone through so much, and she was so depressed about it all.

A few nights after that, she got a pair of scissors, locked herself into the bathroom, and slit it across her wrists, slowly and agonizingly. Her breath had become shorter, and tears were flooding her vision. The pain was excruciating, but she felt relieved from all of it. The months after that, she began to do it twice every 30 days. From then on, she wore heavy bracelets to conceal the pain she was hiding.

"All I want to think about is food, dammit! Stop it, Tisha, STOP IT." She said to herself, and slapped her forehead. The businessman in the table next to her shot her a glare, as he was talking to himself-- Oh, wait. He has a Bluetooth.

Tisha finishes up the last drop of coke, and she calls the horse-- I mean, waitress. "Can I have the bill, please...." And she looks at her nametag. Sue. Why does she sound and look so familiar? Have I met this woman before? "Sue?" The waitress gives her a surprised look and nods.

Sue gives the bill to Tisha, and she pays it, with an extra dollar for the waitress.

She says a quick thank you and exits out the doors, continuing her death march once more.

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Hello! Sorry if this chapter is really boring, my mind is full of government facts and such. -____- So anyway, here's the first chapter of TMI! :-) Enjoy,

SO SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT OF MSG!

That's Jami at the side, btw. :-)