More Than Just A Celebrity

Chapter Seventeen-

My mother was raped.

I take a gulp from the bottle of alcohol as I feel the warmth spread through my chest. I made a disgusted face at the taste. Alcohol and I aren't on good terms but I'll forgive him for just one time.

My father raped my mother.

I take another gulp of the heavy bottle. I feel the burning sensation in my mouth but choose to ignore it.

My father doesn't know I exist.

I take another zip from the alcohol. This time, I got used to the taste so it wasn't bad like before.

I'm a mistake. I shouldn't even be here.

I feel my tears sliding down my cheeks as I continue to drink from the bottle. I feel so bad for my mother. To think that she had to go through all this alone with no one to support her. In someway, I feel hurt. Maybe I shouldn't, but that's how I feel. Why didn't my mother tell me after all those years? It's not like I'm going to judge my own mother. Was she even planning to tell me the truth?

I shook my head. I should really stop making this about me. There is a victim in this story, my mother. I wonder if she ever told the police. Not that the police can actually do something with that information. They wan't evidence, because why would they believe a broken young girl? Of course they'd believe the rapist.

By now, It was already dark outside. I had no idea where I was nor did I care. All I wanted right now is to disappear from reality. Suddenly, I feel dizzy. Like my whole world is spinning. I giggle to myself. I feel like I'm on a roller coaster ride.

Finally, my mind stops racing. Finally, I feel the peace that I've been aching so hard to feel. I don't have a care in the world. It felt satisfying not to feel, not to overthink. I think I could get used to that feeling.

In my everyday life, I'm always so anxious and I always take life too seriously. Finally, I feel free. Finally, I don't care what others think about me. Finally, I can really just enjoy the moment right here right now.

I giggle to myself as I start running around and jumping as high as I can in the air, trying to catch the airplane that was passing. "Got it." I mumble as I look in my hand to see an imaginary plane. I chuckle to myself as I throw the plane back in the air. "Bye bye."

I continue walking for another five minutes before I feel my legs give up on me. I should really workout more often. My legs felt jiggly and the next thing I realize was that my butt hit the wet grass. Regularly, I would have scream and freak out that there might be ants on the grass but now, I couldn't care less. I spread my legs and my hands and close my eyes. "Good night sleeping beauty." I chuckle at myself. I feel my eyes heavy but couldn't get myself to sleep. When I opened back my eyes, my vision became blurry. "I need a pair of pink glasses." I say and laugh while imaging myself with pink glasses. "I would definitely look hot as f*ck." I nod my head at the thought. "Maybe I could become a model! A pink glasses model!"

I hear a funny weird noise as I try to scan my surroundings but all I saw was a big blur. I hear a car door close and footsteps. "Oh crap, plankton is here to steal my private toast recipe. Hide!"

"Excuse me?" I hear a strong manly voice. "Are you okay?"

I turn towards plankton. He was defiantly high for plankton. "Please don't steal my recipe! I promise I'll give you cash!" I panic and raise my hands with both of the alcohol bottles in my hands.

"Megan?" I hear the same voice, this time he was coming closer to me in order to take a better look.

"No! I'm sponge-bob." I shake my head at him and hug both of the bottles, afraid he'll steal them from me.

Plankton took a seat next to me, on the dirty grass. "What happened, sponge-bob?"

I shrug both of my shoulders and feel the tears threatening to fall. "Do you promise not to steal my private recipe?"

"I promise."

A little smile made it's way to my lips as I place my head on his shoulder. "Thank you." I mumble. "Would you like a drink?"

"No thank you." I hear his strong voice say.

"Okie dokie, more for me." I chuckle and place the bottle on my lips. When I try to drink, the bottle disappeared.

"I think you've had enough." He says and throw the bottle far away.

I open my mouth in shock and then turn towards him with a death glare. "What was that for?"

"There was a cockroach in the bottle. I just saved your life!" The person says cheerfully.

"Oh my god, really?" I smile at him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! My savior." I jump happily as I place both of my hands around his strong body.

I feel his hands on my waist in a comforting way. "Let's get going, I think I just saw another one on the grass."

I back away from him as a little scream left out of my mouth. Immediately, I stood up, but my legs gave up on me. Just like that, I was ready to hit the floor but a strong arm on my waist saved me from dying and getting eaten by a cockroach. I look up towards him and catch his shining hazel eyes looking at me. He really is high for plankton. "You saved me..." I whisper. "For the second time."

Before I realize what was happening, I was in the air. My savoir opened his wings for me. "Woooo." I shout in happiness.

I was placed in what seems like a car, before it started driving. "Sponge-bob always had trouble with his driving license." I mumble.

"That's why sponge-bob is sitting in the passenger seat." He points out.

A chuckle escaped my lips before I realize what he just said. "Hey! Can I drive?"

"N to the O."

I frown and fold both of my arms. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means no."

"Why? Is that because I'm yellow? Or ugly? Or maybe a monster? That's not nice." I feel my tears sliding down my cheeks.

I hear a deep sigh from beside me. "Damn it, Megan, stop crying."

"I can't!" I snap at him. "It's hard. Everything is just hard. Life is cruel. No, erase that. People are cruel. Why are they so cruel? Why are they behaving like that? Why can't life just be all sunshine and rainbows? Life is pretty beautiful when you're eight years old. Oh I would pay to be eight years old again."

I feel the persons eyes on me. "What are you talking about?"

I was about to tell him everything, but my eyes gave up on me. My eyes were too heavy to resist so I just close them and gave up to the world of dreams. See you on T.V plankton.

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