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Ch. 16

  I wasn't kidding. I honestly could not sleep last night. I even got up and stole Olive from Mark and Ethan's room to try to get sleep.

  I got all day to sleep. But now it's like my body isn't allowing me. I'm laying in bed just staring at the ceiling. The only thing that is happening is this growing pit in my stomach. It's like a feeling that has started there, but is slowly spreading throughout my entire body. I've experienced this before. I know what it does to me. I can't let it grow...Although, I haven't figured out to stop it.

  In an attempt to ignore it. I go to the kitchen to look for food. This is my fifth time in here now, and just like the other times, I don't expect to find something to eat.

  Oh well look at me! I finally did! Well, at least finally gave up and settled for a pop tart.
I let Olive out into the backyard and go to the living room. I kept deciding on whether to watch YouTube or Netflix, but finally decided on Netflix since I just started a new show. I was half way into an episode when my phone buzzed.

●Hey, so if you're not too busy being tied up and raped. Come to the park.

  I'm actually impressed. Damien used better punctuation and grammar. But I kind of wish he hadn't of said it like that. I don't get too mad though. I didn't tell him any details. Just that I was taken. He didn't mean it, I repeat to myself before replying. I notice that the feeling grew also, just great.

-i'll see... due to everything that's going on. I doubt I'll be allowed to.

●oops. Did I txt the write person? I meant 2 txt the gurl that never asked for permission... bc "she ain't no bodies b*tch"

  Now he's back.

- Yea yea. Shut up. Hold on I'm asking.

●psshh lol

  I go to knock on their door. When I notice a note:

'Hey Ash, we had to go talk to a lawyer and Reeds. Be home as soon as we can. Please be good. Luv yah. See yah.'

  The con to living with YouTubers: getting to hear their video stuff all the damn time.
Well. If they aren't here to ask AND they are in a meeting... Then they can't directly tell me no.
  I get dressed, grab my board, my backpack, get Olive set up outside, lock all the doors, and have my phone. See? I'm responsible. 

  When I get to the park I see all the people that I didn't realize I had missed so much. They all came to me and either hugged me, or high fived because "hugs are stupid." Some asked if I was okay and others wanted details. I answered all their questions and even told them that Samantha and the dude, who's name I never got, was still on the lose. They told me they would keep an eye out, and that they were only a text away.
  After the sappy story time was over. We all skated and acted stupid like we used to. And, for the time being, I was actually able to ignore the feeling taking over my body, which before actually putting it aside, I was able to put a name to the feeling...

Depression.