All I Want (Sequel To Life Of The Party)

♢Chapter 6♢

April 12, 2015

Jenna's pov

"We're here." I hear the guy say to someone.

"I'll get her and you get the bags." I hear Diana say. I quickly wake up and see I'm still in the back of the van. I feel a pain in my arm and look at my arm to see nail marks, they are pretty deep.

"Fine." The guy sighs. I hear the doors open and the back door opens. I sit up and see Diana.

"Get out." She snaps and I roll my eyes.

"Or what?" I ask and cross my arms over my chest.

"Get the heck out!" She raises her voice. She yanks the same place as before and I flinch my arm away, but she is to strong.

She pulls me in the tiny apartment. It's very dirty and stuff is thrown everywhere.

I look on one of the clocks and see it's the 12th. Mine and Shawn's anniversary. It's been 5 months. Wow five months. If only I could spend it with him.

I sure do miss everyone. I wonder how our viewers have been reacting to this. I wonder what the boys and Mahogany have told them.

"Where are we?" I ask, thinking she would tell me.

"Why should I tell you? I mean you could still have your phone and stuff." Diana snaps.

"Sorry for asking." I snap back and the man walks in. I still don't know his name but I don't care really.

"Come with me." She says and I follow her to a very tiny room. Like serious the only thing that fits in here is the twin bed, but it barely fits. The bed looks so uncomfortable.

"And what's this suppose to be?" I ask.

"Your room." She says in a duh tone. She pushes me in and walks out. I hear something lock and try to open the door. It's locked.

Of course it is. I slid down the wall and bring my knees up to my chest. I lay my head against the door and feel the tears run down my cheek.

Why does this even have to happen? Why can't she just leave me alone? What does she even want from me?

I have so many questions but some of them can't be answered.

I look around for something sharp or pointy. I do, it looks like a piece of glass.

I run the sharp object around my pale skin and feel the familiar sting in my arm.

I make marks all up my arms and feel the pain I haven't felt in years.

"Happy anniversary." I whisper as I continue to cut myself.

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Hi! Sorry this is a very short chapter but I'm sooooooooooooo tired and I have so much to do tomorrow.

Ps: Alabama like totally beat up West Virginia💁. If you can't tell I'm a huge football fan and I LOVE Alabama.

-Ashlee.