Just Dont.. // Chandler Riggs

Chapter 1

•Chapter 1

5 weeks clean..

Gone..

Just like that..

I just sat there in a pool of my own blood and tears. My wrists and thighs had gone numb, but none of the cuts were deep enough to put me in the hospital.

I sit up on my knees, reaching for the softest towel I could find. I wrap it around my wrist, pushing myself up weakly and twisting on the water.

I unwrap my wrists and stick them under the lukewarm water, washing off the blood. I dry them off and wrap them up again, wiping my tears with my forearm.

Why does she have to take me from the place of love?

The things of love?

What did I do to deserve this?

I didn't want to move. All the friends I had made over the past 2 years of filming were here. I couldn't leave. And in a minimum of 3 days? She didn't even give me enough time to pack and say goodbye to my friends.

Maybe she'd let me stay. It is my life after all..

But I knew I wouldn't be able to stay here. My Mama was to strict. Bein an actor didn't mean I could do whatever I wanted. Or atleast for me it didn't. Most of the time I wish I wouldn't have been in that movie. Or met that person. It wasn't all rainbows and unicorns. But I still loved to act.

My life sucked..

I didn't want to leave this place. I didn't want to go to some big city like Atlanta. My home was here. In this little town. My life was here. Or atleast my personal life was. My friends.

And since the movie I was in was done filming I guess it gave my Mama a reason to move. Leave this little town I called home.

'Cause she sure is excited..

After I make sure my wounds aren't bleeding, I start to peel my clothes off. I step into the shower and do all the necessary stuff.

I wrap my body in a towel and get dressed into some sweat pants and a 3 Doors Down t-shirt. I brush my hair and quickly throw it up some random way.

I go into my room and get onto InstaGram for a minute, commenting on a couple pictures and liking a few. My Shai Bæs (or my fandom) are amazing when I notice. I love them so much.

"Dinner Shailee!" I hear my Mama call from downstairs.

"No thanks." I yell back, starting to pack my clothes into a suitcase.

"Shailee get yer' ass down here!" My Mama yells.

I roll my eyes, walking down the stairs quickly. "Ma'am?"

"Why aren't you hungry?" She snaps.

I shrug, "I'm just not hungry."

"Is this why?" She puts her foot on the trash can, making the top open. There was a empty Cookies N' Cream ice cream box in it.

"I just went shopping Shai, how did this get ate so fast?" She asks with stone cold eyes.

I shrug again, not answering this time.

Mama rolls her eyes, setting a hand on her hip, "Get back up to your room. Start packing. Change of plans. The moving truck will be here tomorrow. You better be ready to leave." She explains.

I feel my mouth drop open, "B-"

"No buts. Get to your room-No Shai. Now." She points a skinny finger to the stairs.

I groan, turning around and running up the stairs, wiping fallen tears. I go into my room, stuffing clothes into the suitcase roughly. I didn't care anymore.

Fuck my life.

So that was chapter 1! I hope y'all liked it! Chapter 2 will be up soon. Thanks!

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