The Girl Who Broke

Chapter 31: (Trying To) Move On

Chapter 31

Yeah, I got yelled at a hell of a lot more and shit but whatever. Couldn't compete to the scar from that night. I was so emotionally drained from everything in the past weeks. I still wake up crying sometimes because of the memories. But no, my parents never believe me anymore about anything. I can't (well, not supposed to) go to the office any more without their permission.

I had my friends at my sides most of the time and they would always support me. I would support them too. I had a friend whose name was Claire and she had just gotten out of a relationship and she was self harming a lot. I went to her house and picked her up and let her stay over night. I taught her how to cope and we played a bunch of "never have I ever." The night was great so I had her stay the next weekend too. We went to the mall (first time since I got in trouble) and I spent less than ten dollars. (I had 100 dollars cash) I was pretty darn proud because I usually spend way too much. Claire met a guy there and they talked so she was happy too. She lost her Victoria's Secret gift card at some point but I had all my cash.

We stopped by fare-way on our way home and happened to see her ex boyfriend and she started crying. I let her stay the night another night because I knew what she would do. Later that night, I thought I heard Claire puking in the bathroom but I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure. Once again, we cried and slept.

It was Tuesday morning before I was gonna get on my bus and I decided to clean. And in the process- I found my wallet, empty, laying on the floor. I looked everywhere but I couldn't find the money.

"Damn it!" I thought, "the only person that was here was Claire..."

"Claire, poor Claire. You have no idea who you messed with," I gnarled.