Only two eyes

Chapter 8

Summer woke up gasping for breath. She felt cold sweat on her back. Her phone light blinded her as she checked the time. It was about three a.m. She pulled herself out of bed, knowing she wouldn't be able to sleep again. She pulled her clothes off and jumped in the shower. The water ran down her head and face. She enjoyed it's warmth, even though it stung the wound in her arm a little. Her ankle felt stuff under her weight, but it was to early for her to think about pain. As the soap mixed with water ran down the drain in the form of a mini tornado she smiled, pretending her troubles were going down with it. She finally turn the water off and sat on the side of the tub, wrapped in her towel. Her natural curls were beginning to form again; they had begun to go flat from not washing them both Saturday and Sunday. She lifted her leg and rotated her ankle, the pain beginning to register. She groaned inwardly as she stood. The mirror was all fogged up, so she wiped it off with her hands. Dark circles were formed below her eyes, making it look as if she had been punched. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying. Nightmares had interrupted any attempt at sleep she had made. She made her way to her bedroom where she pulled in some clothes and wrapped her ankle in an ace bandage. She cleaned her glasses with her Harry Potter shirt and adjusted her jeans. When she got to the kitchen she pulled out a hostess cupcake, after unwrapping it she took a bite and swallowed it half- heartedly. Her mom stumbled out into the kitchen.
"What's wrong honey?" She asked.
"Can't sleep, just wanted a snack."
"Me and your dad talked a little bit yesterday" she began. She sat at one of the chairs. "We've decided to take you to the therapist that Detective Price recommended."
Summer winced, upset at how her parents thought that she was going crazy. They thought she needed a therapist?
"Ok then, umm, I'm going to go back up to my room and look at some school books."
"Ok," her mom yawned, "See you in a few hours."
Summer say in the middle of her bed with her head in her hands. She didn't want to cry, and she bit her lip so she wouldn't. She pulled out her mean backpack that she had made. She smiled and remembered how excited she was in her sixth grade year to use it. Everything had changed in sixth grade. She went from popular to shy. Every one wanted to be friends with her, but that year everyone started ignoring her. No, not just ignoring, avoiding. A hot year ran down her cheek and fell off her chin, into her lap. Her best friend, Ava, had left her that year also. After Ava moved, they had lost all means of communication. Summer ran her hands through her hair and tilted her head back. The tears rolled down the side of her face and fell off her earlobes.
She felt like her world was falling apart again. Her phone read four a.m.. She opened her notebook and tried to study, but her page was soon wet with tears. She fell onto her side and curled up into a ball. Her hair fell around her face and cling to the path that the tears had created. After crying for a while, she decided she couldn't cry anymore. Her head hurt, so she took a sip of water. She rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom again. Her eyelashes sparkled with tears, and she hated it. She hated how weak she was being. She washed her face and returned her glasses to where they belonged. After she straightened her hair, she pulled it up into a bun. She opened her schoolbook and studied.