Innocently In Love (-A David Henrie FanFiction)

Chapter Thirteen

When I wake up I wake up in my old room. I lye in my bed in my favourite sheets. I move, no pain. I take off the covers and sit up, confused. I stand up, I take off my shirt. I look at my stomach, no cuts. I take my shorts off. I look at my thigh, less cuts.

"What?" I mutter. None of this makes sense. The door creeks open, I throw my top back on fearing its John. My Mom walks in.

"Happy thanksgiving." She smiles, walking in. She closes the door behind her. I take a deep breath, sitting back on my bed. Thanksgiving? It isn't November.

"Thanksgiving?" I ask, confused.

"Yup. And to think just a minute ago you were six and asking for barbie dolls." She pats me on the back. She walks towards the door.

"Mom?" I ask, standing up.

"Yes dear?" She asks with that caring voice she had until I moved.

"I love you." I run to her and hug her. I feel like crying, but I don't. She hugs me back. She pulls away, I pull her back. She tugs away.

"Are you okay honey?" She asks, standing in the doorway.

"Im just confused about a lot of things right now." I sniffle.

"Does it have to do with John?" She asks, I get even more confused. She comes beside me and walks me to my bed.

"Ever since you guys got together u've became a better person." We sit down.

"I know you love him. He loves you, you guys are so good together." A spark ignites in my mind. This is the same speech she gave me before John proposed to me- last Thanksgiving.

I run into my bathroom and look at my old calendar that I took with me when I moved out- today is November 28th, 2012.

"What are you doing?" I hear her chuckle.

"Umm getting ready!" I shriek, looking for an excuse.

"Okay honey you know its only eleven in the morning right? John is coming over at six?" She walks towards the bathroom. I slam the door shut.

"I know" I yell, I wait for to hear my room door close before I freak out.

Whats happening? Why am I back here? What is happening...

Oh my god. Maybe this is the way I could make everything better- by refusing Johns proposal. For once I feel a hint of happiness and hold onto it for the next hour. I just lay there, in bed thinking about how my entire life is about to change and I'll finally be happy.

I feel a cold coming on and try and breathe in through my nose, I smell something. I sniff my shirt, its me. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I tie my messy hair in s bun. I take off my shirt and start a bath, I lift up the handle and put my hand under the rush of warm water entering the tub.

After I adjust the temperature, I look at myself in the mirror almost as if staring at a stranger. I look at my stomach and my thighs. I run my hands over the smooth skin on my thighs as if touching them for the first time.

For once my inner happiness matches me outer. I take off my undergarments and hop into the tub, thinking about the last time I look a bath, when everything started. David. But if I never said yes to John's proposal I would never have met David- or Jen.

I think about what I did that day. I brush up my thigh with my hand, thinking about the joy its brought me. I push the thought away, convinced this is another chance for me but deep down inside I know it isn't.

I put shampoo in my hands and lather my hair with it, scrubbing it into my scalp, hoping for that clean feeling I haven't seen in a while. I rinse my hair under the water and repeat with conditioner. I empty out some water before washing my body. I rinse.