My Tendencies [Hiatus]

Chapter 10: Vulnerable

Y/n POV

As Lisa and I ran to our first period class, I checked my watch. 7:45am

I immediately stopped running and looked at Lisa with a raised brow as she stopped running as well.

"Lili. We still have fifteen minutes until first period starts," I crossed my arms.

I noticed she was smirking, "My mistake. I could've sworn I heard the bell ring."

Realization set in. "You only said that because Rosé and I-"

She cut me off, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

I stared her down for a whole minute but she refused to meet my gaze. I simply sighed and decided to let it go.

"I'm hungry," I told her.

Lisa brightened up and tugged me to the cafeteria.

.....

Home sweet home.

I sighed as I closed my front door and took off my shoes. I am completely exhausted.

I entered my living room and set my backpack and cheerleading gear on the couch. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle.

I noticed a note on the kitchen table and picked it up, "Sweetie, your father and I need to attend a medical meeting in LA. Don't worry I'll FaceTime you so I can get you a souvenir. We put extra money in your credit card to get food and stuff. You already know our number one rule: No big parties. We don't care if you invite those four girls that've been coming over. We should be back in a week or two. Love you!"

I know that my parents are doctors and everything but they always seem to be busy. Like... They don't have time for me.

I remember asking them when I was a preschooler why they were always working. My dad told me that they did it because of me. They both grew up poor and they didn't want me to go through what they did.

They wanted to make sure I was covered for everything. College, car and a home. Don't get me wrong, I'm incredibly grateful.

It's just... What's the point of them giving me all of this stuff if they're not here physically to see me enjoy them?

Great. Now I feel sad again.

I went into my room and sat on my bed, sulking. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket but I just put it on my nightstand and ignored it.

I drank some water and layed down, staring at the ceiling. I put on my earbuds and listened to some music.

Tears started to gather in my eyes.

I was doing so well! I haven't cut myself in almost three weeks.

I took a deep breath in. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to do it.

I'm not going to do it.

I gritted my teeth as I balled my hand into a fist.

I inhaled and exhaled, trying to calm my body down.

My phone starting ringing again.

I got angry and threw my phone at the wall, breaking it.