Just Dont.. // Chandler Riggs

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

I set my things down on the guest bedroom bed, looking around the room.

Last time I was in here so was my Mom. I was so rude. Complaining about her snoring. I left the room of course, and slept on the couch. I should have just treasured my time with her. I shouldn't have been so difficult. I regret almost everything I had ever said or done to her.

I let out a small sigh and opened up my bag, digging through it for the clothes I usually sleep in. I find the oversized Harry Potter tee shirt and blue plaid pajama shorts, setting them on the bed next to my bag.

We had went by my house to get clothes and anything else I needed. I already had most of it though, going on vacation and all. Mrs. Gina was in her room with her husband right now. Chandler was in his room and so was Grayson.

If I wanted a blade right now was the time to find one. Someone probably had a spare pencil sharpener laying around somewhere.

I pull my black ankle socks off my feet before leaving my room and finding Graysons. I knock on the door quickly and hear the soft footsteps before the white door flies open. "Hey Shai!" He chirps. I smile softly before speaking. "Hey Grayson. I was wondering if you had a pencil sharpener I could borrow for school. I never have any." I laugh quietly.

He nods before running back off into his room.

I had always classified myself as a good lier. Being a actor came in handy. Back in Texas, I could usually get anything past my Mom.

Grayson hurries back and hands me a faded blue one. "I don't need it back. I have 3 more." He smiles.

"Thanks." I grin before walking back to my room and going inside, closing the door behind me.

I wouldn't use the blade here, no matter how bad I wanted too. I'd have to stop the urge for now. I couldn't take the risk of being caught by Chandler. Especially not now.

I drop the pencil sharpener into my bag, zipping it up, then pulling the bag off the bed and onto the floor. Flicking off the light, I grab my phone off the end of the bed and crawl up to the top, pulling the blankets over me.

The only thing on my mind at the moment was my Mom. She was gone. I'd never see her again (unless we had a open-cast funeral, which I hadn't decided yet. And even then, it wouldn't be her. Just a corpse.), I'd never hear her again. I'd never touch her again. My Mom had basically been erased from this world. The only thing left of her was the memories.

I unlock my phone and flip to her contact, clicking on it and going to the messages. We had gotten in a meaningless fight over Mom saying 'lol' (which was really weird considering she was my Mom) and using emojis. My eyes scan through everyone of them, giggling and laughing while silent tears roll down my cheeks.

For a while, I just stared up at the ceiling lost in my thoughts. Replaying both the good and the bad memories that I was now remembering. Realizing I should have treasured those moments when I had them with me. Now I had nothing.

My fingers glide across the phone, typing in her number then clicking the green phone icon. There are 5 long rings and then 1 short one before it goes to voicemail. Then theres my Mama's voice playing into my ears.

"Hi, I'm sorry I missed your call. But, If this is anyone looking to sell something, I'm not buying; you're waisting your time. If this is an acting agent, we'll be having a meeting on August 1st too decide. If this is anyone else, wait for the tone, you know what to do. I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

Theres a long beep before silence where I'm supposed to talk, but I sit there for a moment before hanging the phone up. I muffle my sobs with my hand, beginning to rock back and forth silently.