Happily

Chapter 6

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Joslyn’s POV

After Cam texted me I ran up to my room. I’d never been to a party.

Back home I was never really interested in parties. I’m not a big fan of drunk and high teenagers hanging all over each other. I was never even invited to the parties even though some of my friends were. Now that I was actually invited, I decide maybe it's a good chance to meet people, although most of them will probably be drunk out of their minds. I’m not a big drinker so it may have been a bad idea to agree to go to a party…

My nerves get the better of me so I decide to take a hot shower. I walk into my bathroom and rid myself of clothing. Turning the knob of the shower, I brush out my long waves. When the water is warm enough I step in. Standing there, many thoughts run through my mind.

Why would Cam invite me to a random party? I just met him and we have only been on one date that didn’t go to well for a first date. What if he’s just screwing with my mind? It’s happened to me before, the whole bet thing with a friend or sometimes just for their own enjoyment. I don’t trust a lot of people; I seem to be the person people like to lie to. I’m kind of used to it. 

I wash the soap from my body and turn the water off. Wrapping the towel around my body I stand in the shower. Tears stream down my face as my thoughts get the better of me. I know there’s no reason they should, but they always do. They’re stronger than me, the thoughts I mean.

My back hits the shower wall and I slide down the wet tile. I break down into sobs as memories of these moments back home hit me hard. I’d been told I wasn’t good enough, that I would never be loved, and I was alone. Every person I knew and was friends with would intentionally or unintentionally put me down. They would somehow hint at the fact that I wasn’t the prettiest girl or that I held a little more weight than most in my legs and stomach. Somehow, someway, they would make me feel like I wasn’t good enough. I would hear it at least five times a day. I’ve counted.

After who knows how long, I finally drag myself out of the shower and stand in front of my mirror. I haven’t seen the girl looking back at me, since a few weeks before when my thoughts had tried to kill me. The girl had puffy red eyes that were once the color of the ocean. She was shaking as if she was cold when really she was still hot from a shower. Her shoulders sagged as if there were bricks on them, dragging them down. The blondish hair on her head was drying out and sticking up in places it shouldn’t be.

I straighten my shoulders and drop the towel to the bathroom floor. How did this turn bad so fast? I was just supposed to be taking a shower.

I grab my brush and begin to run it through my matted hair. It gets stuck enough times, to the point where I’m so aggravated I begin hitting myself in the head with the bristles.  Dropping the brush I crumble to the floor in choked sobs.

I’m curled up in a ball shaking when I hear my phone ring from my bedroom. I slowly drag myself to the door and turn the knob. I stand and pick up my phone from the dresser. Looking at the screen, I see Cameron’s name flash across it. I think about ignoring the call but decide against it. Pressing the answer button I bring the phone to my ear. 

“Hello?” I say, my voice shaky.

“Joslyn? Are you okay?” Cam says.

“Um…” I say planning on lying to him when my voice cracks again. “No, no I’m not.”