The next morning I wake up still with my back to the door.
My eyes where red from crying,
hair was messed up from shifting.
I was just a mess, and I didn't care.
My phone had been blown up by the urban dance camp notifications.
Dad was still passed out, it was gloomy in and outside.
I force myself to get ready, and eat break feast.
I fight the urge to commit suicide there was no point in it.
I walk out the door around 8 and head up the street to the dance camp.
It was windy outside, I didn't care.
It started sprinkling with little beads of rain, I still didn't care.
I keep going until I reach the building.
I open the doors walking in then taking off my coat.
I put it up and I walk through the crowd of circled people.
"She showed up?"
"Why is she here?"
"Is she okay."
"She looks like she was hit by a bus."
Where just some of the things I heard whispered threw the wave of people but I ignored them.
I simply took a seat against the far wall from the door and watched as the instructor wen't over the moves.
Where was Ian when I needed him the most.
I just couldn't handle myself.
I pull myself through the dance choreograph till the end of the practice.
Around 11 is when the practice ended.
It was still gloomy, and sprinkling all across Chicago, making my mood even worse.
"I'll get by" I keep telling myself while packing up to leave.
Ian was no where to be found, I was all alone.
He wouldn't answer my text, calls, emails, nothing.
I just grab my coat and start the chilling walk home.
I get home and the apartment look like it had been destroyed.
Everything was on the floor, flipped over, broken, or shattered.
I walk through the wreckage noticing the absence of my father.
I start to cry for the bastard just because he is my father.
I search his room, empty.
My room, untouched and empty.
The bathroom, blood stains but still empty.
The whole apartment was like a mini war zone.
Something had happened something chilling and terrifying.
(A/N) Sorry it was so short :c but you know I just wanted to get this out, I know I have updated for a while! So here you go! Give me your feed back on how I can make it better, or what parts you liked, I'm open for Ideas bye!
~Brooke
