The Black Box

Chapter 4: Let me be

"its my fault your in this. I will not let you burn."

My mom was working so Cam was going to take me home. The ride was completely silent. It was a very short ride. when we arrived he carried me to my room and he sat on the side of my bed. Nothing was said. My phone buzzed. It was like my heart was being ripped out every time it buzzed. I slowly got up and grabbed my phone. Facebook;

"She is a slut"

"Go to hell"

"Be a slut somewhere else"

"Whore"

"Tramp"

"Stop Annie, please stop." The sobbing started again,it hurt so much. Why wouldn't it stop. Cam held me and hummed a lullaby. We sat there for hours and hours. When my mom finally came home she said she was pulling me out of school. Cam promised to visit everyday.

I locked myself in my room. I only came out for my meals. I stopped talking. I stopped leaving the house. I stopped enjoying life. People still commented. I started seeing a therapist but it didn't work. Nothing worked. I took so many medications. I was in a hole. A black hole. It was engulfing me in darkness. I was alone.

I wasn't living. I was surviving.