chapter 4

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My social anxiety has always been prevalent. I am scared of people. The one thing that makes it prevalent is the thought that someone is gonna hurt me. Emotionally and physically. I got left by my dad when I was a baby. I've had trust issues ever since.

I can't let this illness win, I think to myself. I can't avoid this girl forever. I get up out of my bed I've been laying in for awhile and tell my mom I'm going for a walk. This is one of the hardest things I'm doing, introducing myself. It may seem like no deal but to me it is. I go across the street and knock on her door. A woman, who is most likely her mom answers.

"Hi." I say

"Is Elise here?"

"Yes she's up in her room. First one on the left." says the lady

"Thanks, I'm Amerie by the way."

The mom smiles.

"Oh I know who you are."

I walk up the stairs and I hear wierd noises coming from Elises room. I don't think I twice before I open the door. I see a girl, that is pale but tan, bouncing up and down on top of some dude that I recognize from class. I hear nothing but moaning and the clapping of their skin. I gasp which causes them to turn around. Naked. Which reveals the face of Elise. Oh. My. Gosh. They quickly cover up their bodies with a blanket. All I can do is cover up my mouth and for some reason I feel tears in my eyes. I quickly run out the house not acknowledging the mom or whoever she is. I'm bawling by the time I make it home. I run up to my room and jump on my bed. Why the hell am I crying? Was I jealous? Wow I'm getting jealous over a girl I don't even know. That dang Elise. For the rest of the night I only listen to slow sulky songs.

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