Fly Away

Chapter 19 - Cookies

"N-no..."

I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Am I dying? Where am I?

It took me awhile to realize that my face was completely sunken into a pillow. Which, by the way, was drenched. With tears.

My tears.

They were definitely from the nightmare I had last night. I knew it was a flashback to when Colby assaulted me and lied about it, but even that memory was beginning to fade away into nothingness.

What in tarnation happened? Where am I?

I rolled over onto my back - just to have the bright sun shine straight into my eyeballs. I instantly shut my eyes.

"Frick, I swear if I become blind from this, I'm suing you," I complained to the sun.

When my eyes returned a somewhat normal state, I reopened them. Much to my surprise, I was greeted by the sight of the familiar light green walls. Polaroids mainly of my mother and I were strung with fairy lights across my headboard, and a large white desk scattered with random sheets of binder paper sat underneath the window. The white light-blocking curtains were open, hanging on the sides of the window with the blinds open.

I was back in my room. At home. Laying in my bed.

But how the actual flipping bird puke did I even get here?

The last thing I remembered was walking through the doors of Rosewood High, the school I currently attend. It was just a normal, average, regular day...right?

So why the heck was I unable to remember anything?

I scrunched my brows together, trying to recall even a little fragment of a memory. I probably spent a solid seven years staring at the ceiling and getting nowhere closer to solving the mystery.

Feeling extremely frustrated, I heaved myself off my comfy bed in one swift motion.

I stormed to the bathroom and cranked the water to one of the hottest settings. I peeled off my sweaty clothes - leggings and a random old sweatshirt - before stepping into the shower. I let my thoughts drown in the hot water and stand there for what feels like eternity.

I have no idea what day or time it is, but I know I'm in no mental condition to go back to school today. I've encountered so many negative experiences in my life that I've come to realize that if a situation caused me severe trauma, I'll forget it. My therapist told me that it's normal to feel as if a blank void fills the time space in which it happened.

I sighed, and peeked from behind the curtain to check the clock, which read 2:57 pm. Yeah, definitely too late in the day to go back to that hellhole also known as high school.

Okay. Maybe school isn't that bad. Waking up early is just super annoying,  along with mean girls and horny jocks and AP Calculus and Garrett...

I sighed and massaged my coconut shampoo into my hair, trying to forget the thought of the disastrous day that I went to his house. To my surprise, I actually felt thankful that Alyssa showed up. She could have actually saved me from being -

Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it...

I cranked the water even hotter.

My mood was precisely the opposite of the water. I was like an ice cube - calm, chill, and easy to melt. By boys like Zack. Except, his mood swings were completely whack. One day, he makes me feel like throwing a chair through a window, other days he makes me want to kiss him until I forget my own name.