(Un)confidently Me

Chapter 3

I dragged myself through the day, and avoided the halls as much as possible. I hoped that people would forget everything on Facebook by next week, I mean, they don't remember anything that teachers say. 

When I got home, I pulled off my jacket, slipped on pajamas, and went to the kitchen for some hot chocolate. Hot chocolate always makes me feel better.

I sat down on my bed, sipping at hot chocolate and reading my favorite book. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep. 

I woke up around nine exhausted. I walked around my house a few times, and realized that my parents were once again gone. I had no motivation to get anything done, so I fell asleep. Somehow, I wished I would stay sleeping for a long time.

Around ten, my phone's ringer woke me up. Sitting up and turning on my phone, I saw a text message. 

Hi rachelle..whats the little slut doing today? hooking up with her next guy? hope not. >:D

I sat frozen, staring at my phone. Throwing it down in anger, I sprawled out across my bed. It seemed like I was the one who deserved this, but why?

My dad called me to come out and eat breakfast. I felt anxious. I don't need my parents to make it worse. 

I walked down stairs and sat at the table, dejected. 

"Hi sweetie. You look glum.", my mom said.

I shrugged and picked at my fried egg. My mom looked very skeptical, but my dad seemed angered.

'Really? You don't look okay!", he half-yelled. 

"John! Calm down!", my mom yelled back.

I crept away from the table with Kyra while they argued.

In my room, I pulled on the first sweater I could find, a white jacket with maroon polka-dots, and some jeans. Then I saw myself in the mirror. I quickly smeared on some makeup, and looked again.

I'm so ugly that makeup doesn't work. 

I grabbed my phone, and charged through the front door without a care. It was foggy and I thought that it would most likely rain. No matter what the weather was, I wanted to get as far away as possible. So I walked down the rocky driveway, up the quiet street, and along a meandering creek. It was peaceful here. 

The sounds of twittering bugs filled my ears. It was a cloudy day, but somewhat noisy none the less.

After walking quite a bit, I found a mossy rock to sit against. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back, I relaxed. I was abruptly interrupted by my ringing phone. Turning it on fearfully, I checked the text message.

I see you.

Inside my mind, I was screaming. I got up and ran into the forest, afraid of what stalker was out there. If this was a joke, it was not a funny one!

When I reached a redwood tree, I could feel small raindrops tapping my skin. The sky rumbled and became a dense gray. Great. Someone could possibly be stalking me, and a storm was starting. 

I heard leaves rustle behind me, and my heart jumped. Slowly turning, I saw nothing. I leaned against the tree, and waited for any other sounds. Bug chirping. Wind blowing. And then leaves rustling again, this time more violently. 

I squeeze my eyes shut, then hear a voice.

"I still see you."

I screamed and tried to run, but all movement was restricted.

"LET GO!", I screamed. Someone had to be out here, willing to save me.

I fought and strained to get out of this stalker-person's grip, but I was overpowered. 

The rain was starting to pour down harder, and I could feel my mascara running down my cheeks.

Screaming, I kicked my assailant and his knees buckled, giving me a chance to run. I ran as fast as I could in the cold rain, my damp hair trailing behind me.

I reached the street eventually, but my chest was tight and sore. Grasping my chest, I stumbled over the driveway and ran into the house. Not a sound came from inside.

My parents couldn't have took off  again, could they? 

Of course they did, what am I thinking?

My phone rang again, and my heart skipped a beat. My hands shaking, I pulled it out of my pocket.

hey rachelle, whats up?

It was my friend, Angie. 

I sent a text back explaining what had just happened.

No response.

I sat down in the living room, walked around the hall, and flipped on the TV. Eventually, she texted back.

Wow rachelle. u would actually lie? thats not u at all...

Tears streamed from my eyes. What was wrong with her? How could she think I'm lying?

What?!? Im not lying..., I replied.

this city is too safe for that crap. don't bother telling me otherwise.

I yelled in frustation and ran to my room.

Staring at the mirror, I was a complete wreck. My hair was soaked and limp, my cheeks were covered in runny mascara, and my eyes were turning red from crying.

I lay down on my bed, continuing to cry. 

Day two of my living hell, hopefully now complete.