My Summer Romance: A Short Story ✔️ {#WATTYS2017}

Chapter Fifteen

Song: Seventeen - Heathers:The Musical(Barrett Wilbert Weed and Ryan McCartan(yes, that's the two casts here in the story and that's their voices(in case you don't know)!)

I woke up early in the morning because I hear a voice that is telling me to wake up. Why does this keep happening? When I'm sleepy and depressed, and when I need more sleep and rest, people keep waking me up! Ugh, who is it? Oh, it's my mom. To be honest I want to stay longer in here and sleep here before we go home, my parents just need to help me prepare. I can request it..

Mom: I need your laundry, Emily!

Seriously?! Why did you wake me up only to get my laundry?!! I'm supposed to have a nice, peaceful, and continuous sleep here! My mom loves disturbing me, it's her specialty. I'm very upset whenever somebody or something disturbs my sleep, seriously. She could've asked Chloe.. ugh. Freaking peeved me, mom.

Emily: mom, can I sleep here before we leave tomorrow? I just want to be with everybody again for the last time before we leave..
Mom: no, Emily. You're sleeping in the house, okay?
Emily: *sigh* okay..

My mom left and.. I went back to sleep because it's too early, six in the morning. I usually wake up at almost lunchtime.. so I mostly get brunch when I wake up.

*time skip*

Ugh, I'm still so depressed. And I have no idea what to do, I can't even do the things I love.. I can't take selfies, because when I see my face in the camera, all my insecurities start to hit me again, I feel ugly, I feel weak, and whatever I do to my face, hair, or whatever clothes I wear, I will still look ugly and I won't be able to transform into someone else. Because I'm ugly. I look at my face on the camera, and I can't even smile.
I try to draw something, but all my drawings come out as null. Or sometimes I can't even draw anything because I have no ideas and definitely no inspiration.
I wanna songwrite, but songwriting will make me recall the situation I am in even harder, because what I'm trying to do right now is trying to forget about it and pretend that nothing happened.
Hm, but writing.. I haven't wrote anything, not even a short story ever since I graduated in senior year. Writing helped me a lot, writing made me express the kind of person who I am, and if no one would listen to me, writing would make someone curious and read. If I can't express my feelings verbally or say something verbally, writing is always another way for me. Writing helped me through.. I'm an art major but writing as a hobby never washes off.

You know, there's this famous app and website called Wattpad. It may sound like an addictive thing that you can't relate to, and let me tell you, I have an account in there and published a few stories, but I never really touched it after a year. Maybe I can write a story about my summer romance and share it with people, because sharing your story with others is totally helpful. Not only for yourself, but also for the other people who need to hear it and relate to it and think, "maybe I'm not the only one after all!"
Alright then, it's planned! I'm writing a story in Wattpad, and name it "Summer Fling: A Short Story". This may actually help me and I'll feel better after that.

Okay, one message from Sheena. But I'l check Instagram first, because I posted something new yesterday. Which is vent art and vent post. I didn't tell the whole story, and I didn't mention anything, but what I said was only two sentences of how I was doing this whole time. I need my friends to help me.. even my mind is a negative prick, gaining support will always be useful.

I checked the comments, and I have replied to all of them. Hayley commented too, she was trying to make me feel better. But like I told you, I'm negative and my situation keeps me from trying to be a positive person. So my replies to Hayley are negative.. I actually felt bad at this one.