Lost.

Chapter 9 // Cookies & Cakes Galore

I was dead. I hoped to God I was dead, but something in the back of my mind kept telling me that I shouldn't get my hopes up. A feeling of anguish in my body pains me, as something rises in my throat. My eyes peel open, while the water that had been logged into my lungs spurts out from my mouth. Hot blood pours from my nose, my hands reach up to cover it, along with my throbbing head.

People that had been surrounding the pool when I crashed into the pool, hover around me once again. Leslie pushes her way through the crowd, rushing to my side. I don't stare at her though, I stare at Julie, who stands on the other side of the pool, arms crossed over her chest, with a smug smile on her make-up caked face.

If she wasn't such a stuck up, attention seeking bitch, I would thank her, but since she is, I can't bring myself to face her ever again in my life.

I cough out more water, grasping onto the person beside me who pants. I turn my head, only to see Ash, soaked too as he runs a hand through his wet hair. Now I'm not really sure if I want to hug him for saving me, or yell at him for saving me. It goes both ways.

"Thank you ... Ash." I rasp out, looking into his pale, tired eyes. He nods awkwardly, picking himself up as girls run to his side, swooning over him as they babble on about how brave he is to risk his life saving a pathetic, clumsy girl. Risk his life? Risking his life to save a girl drowning, okay, I'm not quite sure I follow along with that one. It was just a pool, and I'm not clumsy, Julie pushed me!

"Holy shit Grey. Holy shot. Holy shat. My parents are going to kill me for you almost drowning." Leslie rants, grabbing my hand to lift me up carefully, using her other hand to hold onto our stuff. "We'll just stay here until your clothes dry and the party blows over, then we'll go home and eat pickles or something." Leslie says, biting her top lip. Pickles, really?

"Leslie... It's okay. I brought extra clothes.... I sort of had a feeling something like this would happen... What were you expecting? Ash doesn't like me, and Ash's friends are just like him." I say exasperated, snatching my bag as I storm towards the house to find a bathroom.

When I'm done, I don't find Leslie, of which I'm grateful for. She's dragged me everywhere and I've allowed myself to follow. I'm more mad at myself than anything. How can I be so naive? I was stupid enough to think that things would be alright just because Leslie and her parents said so. But now I officially know that nothing will ever be alright for me.

I am Grey, a human being who will achieve nothing great in life. Because I don't deserve it. Who would like a broken girl like myself? I am nowhere emotionally stable either.

I run past the laughing, partying people, who smile tauntingly at me. My soaking hair drips on my shoulders, making me shiver. Leslie and several other people call after me but I ignore them. Julie's voice also calls after me, and I clench my fist, walking towards the forest. I've been to plenty of houses like this, where a forest lies around the neighborhood and ends up being a part of the backyard of few houses. It shields the home from the harmful society of cities and busy streets unlike my home.

I swear if I didn't have this much patience for people and myself, I'd be inflicting so much pain upon the people who hurt me. Somehow I can't bring myself to do anything back because all of the hurt I've ever felt, which I find to be something no one should ever have to go through. Putting someone else in my shoes, even if they are mean to me, is something I would never want to put upon someone.

When I'm eyesight out of the party and earshot of the music, a small stream comes to my view, as I furrow my brows confusedly. Isn't that dangerous? A child could drown, or a kidnapper could use this to drown someone. Someone could drown! I could drown. Ha ha no.