Help Me

Chapter 9

Later, after I finally made it up to my room after he left, I was laying on my stomach crying into my thin pillow.

I could still hear the party going on downstairs, but it seemed to be dying down.

Why me?

I've asked myself this a million times, but I still don't have an answer.

Are people even searching for me? What if my parents think I'm staying at a friend's house? Are they even worried about me?

The thought made me sob even harder.

I've always had this fear of being forgotten and replaced by others.

I know it's silly, but it has controlled my life ever since the day I saw my Father hit my Mom.

It started because I was so confused at how my Father could just replace my mom with another person so quickly, and just never talk to us again.

Maybe they had tried to talk to me!

I started to get up, ignoring the pain I felt.

But then I realized that it would be stupid for Chase to leave me with my phone, and he didn't seem like the stupid type.

After I realized that, I sank back onto the bed and curled up.

Even more toxic thoughts filled my head.

Childish ones too.

What if my parents set this whole ordeal up? What if this was all a plan to get rid of me?

Tears rush to my eyes.

I quickly wipe them away, because I don't deserve to cry.

I probably had it coming, anyways.

Sniffing, I pulled the sheets tighter around me.

I didn't want to be here, and it was obvious no one else wanted me here either.

Except maybe as a fuck toy.

I tried to get comfortable, but it was hard to get into a nice position when your bed feels like it was made of cardboard.

I could feel the bass of the music playing through the floor, but oddly enough, it soothed me into a dreamless sleep.

A/N

Just a little chapter on how Nikki thinks.

As usual, there's the next chapter coming up next week.