Life as Prolonged

Getting Help

A/N: I decided to update early since Im bored. Please please please comment and vote and fan. It means so much to know I'm appreciated. This story is moving along well, so I decided to make a turning point.... here it is(:

CHAPTER VII

I woke up from my nightmare crying and screaming, kicking the wall so hard I was sure I would bust through it. I immediatly sat up and wiped away the tears, trying to catch my breath. The nightmare was so vivid, so real. I was that girl, the one who was stabbed in the back, the one who thought she found her best friend dead, then later found out that not only was her best friend dead, but also her future boyfriend. At least, that's what the girl thought. I could recall holding onto a necklace, Ans if I remembered right, it had angel wings on it. She had ripped it off right before I woke up. I'm pretty sure that if I collected all of the blood from my nightmare, there would be enough to fill my room, to at least ankle deep.

My dad came running in, panting as if he just ran a marathon.

"What's wrong?" He said, rubbing his eyes. He came over as I fell into his arms and cried into his chest.

"A nightmare." I said between sobs.

"Somethings got to be wrong. You shouldn't be having this much stress, Aubree." He sighed. "We need to get this checked out."

"I'm not going to a therapist... am I?" He sighed.

"I'm afraid so...." He said. That's all I remembered before falling back asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was shining directly in my eyes. I shut them quickly as I listened to the sound of birds in my window. I could smell bacon, practically screaming my name. It was the first time anyone has made breakfast in this house for a long time. Something was up if we were eating breakfast, especially bacon. And they were all placed at the dinner table when I walked out there. There was a plate of bacon and toast set out for me.

"Aubree, you're up!" My mother exclaimed. My dad smiled.

"Come have breakfast with us." My dad said, nodding towards the open seat.

"What's going on?" I asked. I wanted to know.

"Aubree, honey, please take a seat." I sat down, ignoring the food. I wasn't going to eat until I knew what was up, and from.past experiences, I might not eat because of the news. Austin was staring at me intensely. He was shirtless, and weak. He had no abs to show off.

"Now, honey. We've all noticed somethings been a little... off... with you lately. " My dad spoke. "My head shook in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked, honestly I was clueless, as are most people when they first wake up.

"Well, with your nightmare, and your sudden weight loss..." I interrupted him.

"Come on, we all knew it needed to happen."

"... and you're no longer hanging with Ray. And Haylee, she seems like trouble." I shoved my plate forward and stood up.

"She is not trouble." I pounded my fist on the table.

"We're going to get you help." My mom spit out, before I stormed back to my room. I paused outside of my door and yelled back,

"I don't need help!" I slammed the door and locked myself in my room. Who were they to judge if I needed help? I'm not suffering from some disease, my parents aren't divorcing, I'm not being abused. I'm perfectly stable. I'm not going to tell some stranger about my problems. Things just keep getting better, don't they? I flipped on my radio and blasted the music. I didn't care what played, I just needed something to drain my thoughts. I grabbed my pillow and sobbed into it.

I'm so sick.

I'm such a slut.

Whore.

Fat.

Ugly.

Bitch.

Go die in a hole.

Overdose on pills.

Do something.

I let these these thoughts take over my mind, which made me cry even harder. Suffering from Acid Reflux, I cried at the hardest when my heartburn set in. It raged through my chest and ate up my throat.

"You're okay. AUBREE YOU'RE OKAY." I told myself. I couldn't take it. I stood up and walked to the bathroom and pulled out my pills for my Acid reflux. I popped four in my mouth, which my doctor said I should only take during severe pain. This was worse than severe. I slipped in one more before heading back to bed. I felt lousy and tired. I laid back and didn't remember a single thing after that.