Facing Reality

Chapter 3

A/N: Hello! Yay! Chapter 3 xD 

So this chapter is kinda short I guess and it contains some swearing so yeah. And passed out people :)

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Love, Amy

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Daniel and I were together after last night but not for very long. I recall waking up to the light snores coming out of Daniel and remembered where I was. I was in someone's house, in their room, and sleeping next to a boy. A very cute boy at that. I kissed his forehead softly and saw him wake up slowly still tired and then, his eyes suddenly widen, almost in horror.

"Shit!" He screamed and pulled the cover off and let out a sigh of relief. "I didn't sleep with you right?"

I frowned upon that questioned but then shook my head slowly, still hazy and on the bed. I felt the sheets next to me and felt it wet and sour smelling. It smelled like puke. Probably mine from last night. Daniel saw me looking at the sheets and then he checked his shirt and sure enough, there was a giant stain on the side and a foul odor that trailed him. Also my puke.

"What the hell?" He grasped his shirt and cursed like an angry sailor under his breath. "This is expensive you know?"

I bit my bottom lip and murmured a soft "sorry" as I crawled out of the bed.

"You crazy bitch," he clenched his fists and shook his head. Daniel then left out the door and yelled something that sounded like "how fucking drunk was I?"

I just stood there, feet bare and shocked. The only reason we hooked up was because he was drunk? I watched as the first person who ever even came close to loving me slip away from my grasp and a tear slowly rolled down the side of my face, landing on my neck. The same one he had his hands on the first time someone told me I was beautiful.

After Daniel left, I too started leaving as I pass a bunch of drunk, unconscious people in the living room, two being Annabelle and Lucas and left out the door. I couldn't find where I had put my shoes that night so I just left barefoot.

Outside, the air was freezing and I shivered as I trudged onwards home, unaware of which way I was heading. I just wanted to get away really. I walked along the sidewalks that were mostly deserted so people wouldn't see this strange girl walking around in no shoes.

Somehow, right now, I just feel numb and paralyzed rather than heart broken or anything. Though I did not know how any of that felt like. But maybe it could have also been the three beers I sucked down last night. I walked until my feet felt sore and my legs ached. That's when I stopped and decided to head into a park.

I walked in the direction of the park until I reached a fountain. Then I remembered that this was the park that my dad used to take me to before he'd left. The funny thing was that the only memories that I remember of him were the bad ones and even then, I'd like to relive them. Like once, I didn't want to go home and he threatened to throw me into the fountain and leave me there. I'd stayed clear of the fountain until now.  

I sat on the edge of the fountain and wiggled the sand out of my feet when a guy jogged past me. Then another, and another. I ignored them and started to regret coming to this place and not doing anything so I got up and looked around for a map that might show me how to get out.

I'd wandered pretty deep into this park and found myself staring at a pair of swings and decided to swing a little. Maybe that'll clear everything out of my head. I sat down and then pulled a joint out of my pocket and lit it. Probably not the smartest thing to do but it felt nice taking a smoke from it. I finished that one and took out another until I cleaned my pocket of them and everything started feeling hazy again. This was a good feeling for me. It's a limbo between reality and my little dream paradise which was good enough. I started swinging a little, then higher, and higher then realized how high up I was. I screamed as my vision blurred someone stopped the swing from going higher.

"Be careful there," said the guy who stopped the swing. He wore shorts and a loose t-shirt, just another jogger. "You can get hurt, and arrested."

"Arre—" I stopped in the middle of my sentence and noticed the familiar smell in the air. I must've been smoking a lot because it was really strong, the smell.

"The joints you were smoking?" He raised an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes and swung up again, trying to ignore him. But he stepped around me and plopped down on the other swing next to me. Looked like all chances of getting rid of him were gone.

"What about them?" I muttered as I swung higher up into the air, allowing my hair to catch the wind. "At this point right now, I don't even care if i died..."

"Oh really?" He smirked and I felt a chill go down my spine. Why was this guy talking to me? Was he some scary rapist or something awaiting his perfect chance to strike? And yet, I wanted to talk to someone. "Tell Dr. Ross all about it."

"No thank you," I say. I swung high up and then suddenly, lost grip and fell from six feet up in the air and onto the sand. "Crap..."

"Told you," he stopped swinging and got up to help me. I stood slowly to see my knee scraped and bloody. Ever since I was little, I couldn't stand the sight of blood. Once in fourth grade, the boy who sat next to me had a nose bleed and I saw it and fainted. They had to call the nurse to take care of me for the rest of the day since my mom was working all day. Seeing my own blood was no better. 'Dr. Ross' helped me up and sat me down on the swings as my vision blurred and my head lolled back a little. "Well, I think you had enough fun for a day. We should get you home."

"No thank you, I can go home by myself," I proclaimed confidently as I stood up slowly but to fall once again. I pushed all my weight on my  other leg and limped away from the swing set slowly.

"You're welcome?" He called behind me but I just kept hobbling onwards, home. "By the way, where are your shoes?"

"In a place!" I shouted as I heard footsteps fall behind me. He caught up to me and was following me. "Don't fol—"

I hesitated when I whirled around to see a woman walking with her daughter and the guy nowhere to be found. Guess he finally got the memo.

I limped along the sidewalk until I reached my house and opened the door. "Mom!" I called but no one responded. I head up the stairs to take care of the scrape when I heard arguing from my mom's room. It sounded like her and Evan's voice. I hobbled closer to hear what they arguing about.

"I don't want to sell the house!" My mother cried. So selling the house wasn't her idea after all. "It's a part of my family!"

"But you're going to move in and be a part of my family!" That was Evan's voice booming all throughout the hallways.

"Violet doesn't want this house gone either!" My mother again. For once, she is making a decision based on other's opinion as well as her own.

"Who do you love more? Me or her?" Evan.

My mom hesitated before answering once again and silence fell in the house before she spoke up again.

"I-I don't know..." my mom whispered, with tears in her voice. Once again silence then, a loud slap. And Evan's voice raising.

She hesitated before answering and she didn't say my name... Did she not love me and just didn't want to admit it? Why didn't she answer with me? Am I just not lovable to anyone?

With those thoughts rambled throughout my mind, I walked into my bedroom, crawled into bed, and tried to forget everything.