*book 1* The Nightmare They Call Life

Chapter 21

I walked into school this morning and grabbed my stuff for 1st period when I fell to the ground.

"Klutz." Crystal said to me. I just walked away. Then she pushed me up against the wall.

"I know you go to a therapist for all of you stupid issues."

"You know nothing about me."

"Well I know you were raped by yor father and I know that you cut."

"Like I said, you know nothing about me." I said back to her.

"Oh really because I think I know a lot about you. You can't deny it Sky. You are worthless like you think you are."

"Back the fuck off bitch."

"What?"

"You heard me. You don't know anything."

"Bitch don't talk to me like that I know everything about you. Your therapist is my mom and she took her notebook home last night and I read it. I know more than you think you know."

"What ever." I said as I left the school.

I can't believe Crystal's mom is my therapist. I can't go back there. I can't have Crystal knowing anything about me. I can't have it.

After a while I started walking towards my house. When I heard my name.

"Skylar? What are you doing?" A very fimiliar voice called out to me.

"Ryan? What are you doing? I thought you were in school."

"I saw what happened and I followed you."

"Oh."

"So you are ditching school because of Crystal?"

"Yeah. I don't see the point anymore of going to school when she's just going to harass me."

"Sky, you need to go. You are showing her your weakness."

"But I don't want to. I just want to go home. I can't go to therapy anymore because my therapist is Crystal's mom and she knows everything now. I can't stand people knowing about me. It's soon going to go all over school and she's going to make my life a more living nightmare. Like I said before, nothing good can happen to me, if i do become happy someone always ends up getting hurt and it ends up being me half the time. I can only handle so much. I can't take it anymore."

"Damn it Skylar you know I hate it when you talk bad about yourself. You're beautiful. If you could see yourself through my eyes you would understand how much you mean to me. I can't stand when you talk bad about yourself. You're perfect for me. I love you more than anything, yet you insist that your some type of bomb and your going to blow up any minute." He yelled at me.

"I'm sorry that this is how I feel about myself. I'm sorry people lower my self esteem. I'm sorry I had a fucked up life and now I have fucked up thoughts. IM SORRY!" I screamed out.

"Hey, Skylar, it's ok. I'm sorry I yelled at you in the first place. I just got a little mad."

"You have every right to be mad. You need to express your feelings too sometimes."

"Same goes to you."

I walked back towards our house. I just wanted to lay down and take a break.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I'm going home. I need a break. I need time to think."

"Ok, well, I'll come with you."

"Ok."