I wake up with a pounding headache and a rush of guilt. I groan quietly and rub my face with both of my hands. Issie snores quietly beside me, her arm thrown over her eyes. I look down and grimace when I'm wearing the same clothes from last night. I sigh and silently get out of Issie's bed and make my way to her walk in closet. I turn on the light and look back to make sure I didn't wake her up. I smile when I see a stream of drool coming out of the corner of her mouth.
I turn and glance around at all the clothes surrounding me. No matter how many times I have stayed over, Issie's closet still manages to amaze me every single time. I brush my fingertips over all the fabrics, cotton, silk, denim, leather, spandex, and I sigh. I find my favorite drawer. Yup. Sweatpants.
I walk over to her sweatshirt section and pick a light pink, baggy sweatshirt to match the dark grey sweats. I stretch and yawn and walk to the bathroom to shower.
The water soothes my sore muscles, but it doesn't soothe my thoughts. My head is constantly full of broken thoughts, you're ugly, you're not good enough, you're fat, maybe you shouldn't eat that... all because of my stepfather. Kids at school don't really help either, but I guess I'll always have the constant daily reminder everytime I go home. My mom isn't mean to me, but she doesn't stop him from hurting me.
"When are you coming home?" She had asked me three days ago. I wanted to scream her, "When you finally stand up for me and stop letting him abuse me." But I just signed and told her I'd be home after the weekend was over. Which was tomorrow.
My stomach flips and I feel nauseous. I lean my head against the shower wall and the water hits my back. It'd just be easier if I ended it all... Easier for my mom, easier for my classmates, easier for Issie. I try to hold back my tears but they fall anyways. I turn off the water and get out and stare at my reflection in the steamy mirror. Ugly. Everything about you is ugly, I tell myself.
Disgusted, I quickly dry myself off and get dressed. I plaster a fake smile on my face when I see that Issie is awake. Her bedhead is absolutely amazing.
"How are you feeling this morning, sleeping beauty?" I toss a pillow at her playfully. She groans and continues to scroll on her phone. "Isssieeeeeeeee, Isssssiiiiieeeeeee. Come on, I've been up for hours. Get up ya hoe."
She scowls at me and digs herself deeper into her nest. Oh, it's on now. I get on top of her bed and start jumping. "Issie is a grouchy bitch. Issie is a grouchy hoe. Issie is a grouchy wench." I laugh and she grabs my ankle and pulls me down.
"Shut up!!! I'm so hungover, I can't even." She grabs a pillow and smothers my face with it. I easily push her off of me and sit up with a grin on my face.
"That's not my fault. Now get up. I'm freaking hungry." I bounce again and finally, she does as I ask and we head downstairs to make bacon.
YOU ARE READING
I Feel You
ParanormalA broken girl in a broken world. She doesn't know what to do anymore, doesn't want to be here anymore, and a few more days and she might be gone. He wants to help her. That's his job, but how is he supposed to help a girl who cannot see him?
