Beyond the Lights

Safehouse.14

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I hate him. I hate him and I believed I did only because of how angry I was. I actually really missed him and it only made me 'hate' him more. Why would he just leave? I haven't seen him for a week and he knows Damian's somewhere out there doing god knows what. I was on edge I didn't have anyone to talk to so I had to convince myself that nothing bad happened and he didn't pick up and move again. My mom was hovering over me wondering why I was distancing myself from her I loved her to death but this wasn't - obviously - something I could sit down and talk with her about. I couldn't focus I opened my big mouth and told a drug dealer I'll pay him. But with what? I was in and out of reality thinking of what's going to happen to next. Everything Chresanto told me about New York, no wonder he kept it a secret for so long. He just wanted to forget and I wish I never knew.

"Are you even listening?"

"Huh?" I snapped out of it, the class was over and I was in front of Ms.McKinley's desk.

"Do you know how far behind you are? Is something going on with you at all? personal issues..? Cause as far as I'm concerned you were pretty fond of my class.. it doesn't make any sense."

"Ms. I'm fine I'm just um, sleep deprived."

"Well there's gotta be a reason for it."

I had no answer. I knew the answer but I didn't say anything.

"You know, you were supposed to write me an essay about an event or something good or bad that changed who you are or your entire life."

"That was months ago.." I mumbled. I was shocked at how different things were back then when I thought about it. I remember complaining I had nothing good to write about me.

"Yeah it was. I'll tell you what though.. you go talk to the guidance counselor let somethings off your chest if you have to and I'll still let you hand in that paper as soon as it's done."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I want it done asap though. So go, take the opportunity."

I sighed, I agreed I don't know which I was less motivated for the paper or seeing the guidance counselor somewhat against my will? if I wanted the grade. At this point trying to keep a low profile at school and catch up on my grades that were slipping every second was getting too much, it's even worse when word goes around and all of a sudden you're 'The girl who left her friends for an asshole' and a bunch of other things I wish I never heard. In order to avoid the cafeteria the guidance counselor is what it is. I walked in and they immediately bought me into Mrs.Johnson's office. She was Tall and slim but kind of muscular, She wore suits everyday her glasses hang low and she always looked mad. She could pass as a lawyer or something but no she's here.

She smiles at me while I sit. She's pretty but her gap kinds of pulls away from that.

"How are you Alana?"

"Fine."

"How's senior year treating you? Any good colleges in mind?"

She was trying to small talk before getting to the point. I don't know if being talked about around school was worse or being talked about by the teachers was. I thought about the question and I could answer honestly and apart of my honest answer.