Sensitive Skin

Sensitive Skin|04

Zoey

I woke up to my head pounding behind my eyelids, I groaned as I looked at the cup filled with alcohol sitting on the coffee table.

Memories of last night came flooding into my brain causing me to wince, I had no more tears to cry. I couldn't believe I didn't realize it sooner, yet she made it easy for me not to realize until she started acting nice to me. She would always be a bully and hopefully the girl who let her stay at her place realizes that Bri wouldn't keep her heartbroken face for long.

I stood up wobbling to the bathroom and taking some Advil for my massive hang over. I noticed that I would have to get some stuff for my apartment since Bri was gone, I was never going to let her back into my life this time. There was no love, and I deserved it.

I missed most of my classes today, after a quick email to my professors explaining my situation they quickly responded with understanding. Most of them were aware of the toxic relationship I had with Bri, you could only hide bruises and pain to a certain extent before people begin to notice that signs.

Many of them congratulated me for getting her out of my life, and hoped I'd take the opportunity to go further with my studies now that there was no fear behind it. I agreed whole heartily, I truly wanted to be something and even though I had a shit tone of degrees it didn't mean anything in the long run if I was afraid.

I sighed and looked around the apartment, I started noticing what it needed and writing it down. I decided after a quick call to the landlord that I wanted to get a dog, the landlord was ecstatic that Bri was gone and wholeheartedly allowed me to buy a dog.

I smiled at how much praise I was getting for such a simple and easy action, I giggled to myself as I walked to my bedroom to find something to wear. I felt my insecurities bubble up my throat, I felt sick as I looked inside my closet and tried to figure out what I could wear that would make me feel better about myself.

I saw a dress I used to love, it was a simple one that my mother had bought me before she died. My father had loved it to pieces, yet the first time I wore it with Bri she had belittled me to the point I bawled on the bathroom floor hating myself.

I sighed and took it off the hanger, I slowly put it on and looked in the mirror. Instead of harsh words filling my brain, I felt good about myself which was the most amazing and scary feeling I had ever felt.

I smiled after throwing my hair in a pony tale and heading out the door, I locked the door and made my way to the car. I knew I should get a knew one, and I probably should find a new apartment just in case Bri decides she wants to start drama. I still really wanted a dog, just so I could feel safe and comfortable being alone all the time.