Over the Fence

Chapter 2- Some walls break

Sorry I changed this chapter up on everyone. I'm taking Chelsea's POV out of the book and not making her... such... a.. ummm... bitch. Just a regular moody teen like I was at one point. So just in case you're going back and reading this and realizing it's different... sorry. Updated 12/30/11

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A snotty, puffy, chubby, hopeless mess was the only way to describe myself when I saw my reflection. I had walked into the bathroom for more tissue and there the moster was before me. There was no way there was still water left in my body with all the tears I had let dribble down my face. My shirt was soaked from using it to wipe under my eyes after the first kleenex box had gone empty. Snot was all over the cuff of my shirt. Hair poked out from every angle behind my head. Thankfully I never wore makeup or I'm sure my eyes would be black like a raccoon. The bags I had under them were close enough. Rudolph had nothing on my red nose. I could have played an extra in a zombie movie. I looked and felt like one.

Since I had thrown my clock across the room at one point, I had no clue what time it was. It had to have been at least a few hours. My heart was empty from being poured out to my ghost of a husband. It seemed like everything in two years of hell had just poured out and refused to stop. I was now down to the point that it was a senseless drip of "This sucks." and "I hate my life." Nonsensicle things like "I could have done better in math." had poured out at one point. What did math have to do with anything? Maybe it was just me, all of me, that I hated so much. How could I go so long without realizing how much I hated myself?

Both hands planted on the edge of the counter I leaned in towards the mirror. "Even Aubrey knew you were pathetic before you could admit it to yourself."

I picked up the nearest thing to my hand, ready to smash it into the mirror. A knock at my bedroom door stopped me mid action.

"Rina, it's Chelsea. Are you ok?"

I looked at the hot pink toothbrush holder in my hand. Chelsea had made it for me in fourth grade. The butterflies on it looked more like polkadots but I had never told her. I loved it. And here I was about to smash it into my bathroom mirror. Ok? I was far from ok. At this moment I made the Madhatter look sane.

"Rina?" She was shaking the knob on my door, trying to get in.

Calm yourself, idiot. "I'm ok Chels. Sorry. Just tired. If you're hungry, just call for pizza. The place down the road has my card on file. Get enough for you and your friends. Whatever you guys want." There was no way I was leaving this room tonight and we probably had nothing edible for four teens in the fridge.

"Ummmm they left."

Normally Amanda stayed late when she came over. "Already?"

I heard a nervous laugh come from the other side of the door. "Yah, it's past midnight. They left hours ago."

Midnight? I had been crying for over 8 hours? I really must be losing it.

"Rina, open the door or I'm calling Grandma." a frustrated voice called from the other end.

Anybody but my mom! "Just a sec!" I tried to do something, anything, with my face. It was useless. Instead I quickly changed shirts and wiped my nose. It made no difference. Her face looked horrified when I cracked open the door.

"What the hell happened to you!"

Leave it up to Chelsea to make me feel better about myself.

"Thank you." I responded.