Whisper | E.D

ELEVEN

It was 7:00pm. After a stressful day, all I wanted to do was be alone. I told Aria about what happened at the restaurant and she understood. She told me we could hang out Friday morning instead. We didn't have Psych on Fridays so it worked out perfectly. With my calc class being canceled I took the opportunity to just go home. I wasn't really feeling it at all.

On the way back home the only thing on my mind was Ethan and Kian. After the fight, I told Kian everything that happened with Ethan. He was mad. he attempted to get out of the car again but I pulled him in telling him not too. I left out the part where he threw money on the floor leaving me to pick it up. After seeing what he gets like when he's angry I don't want him doing anything dumb.

It felt nice for Kian to care enough to defend me but I didn't want the people in my life getting hurt or even people I didn't really know. It's hard to know what someone goes through and.. well I shouldn't judge so fast. After Noel left I had struggled with Atypical Depression.

Which is considered a subcategory of depression but can be affected by positive and negative situations. It seems pretty normal to any person but the only big difference I see of being an atypical is feeling sadder than a normal person during a bad event.

For me, Nailea Mai Adams cannot stop caring for people. I care too much, I want them to be safe, happy, and just living a good life. That really is the main reason for being a psych major. Wanting to be a clinical psychologist I wanted to help people. I wanted to be a person that was there for others. Just as Noel was before he left because I know he made my life better.

honk

Crap. I snapped out of my thoughts realizing I was sitting at a green light. I had driven home and flopped my back onto the bed. I hated having this overwhelmed feeling. Thoughts continuing to race through my head I replay the scene in my head.

Why is he such a dick? He was nice offering the ride and taking me to get food behind all the fuckboy ness. Then rude and apologized for being rude. Then did whatever that was at the restaurant. Must be a cojedor, fuckboy, trait. I say mentally as I roll my eyes.

Ugh, whatever. I say just wanting to move on and forget. I hop into the shower and put on my hype playlist attempting to distract myself.

Hot steam filled the air as Gassed Up was booming through my bathroom.

Midway through the song it pauses and continues to play. I teach for my phone to see what that was about.

‼️Play Often by the Weekend‼️

Notification from Grant

Is this going to be a nightly routine for him?

Grant

What are you doing?

I'm in the shower rn stranger

I clicked send feeling a pump of adrenaline run through me. Then I see my face pop up on the screen.

Incumming Facetime Call from Grant

¡Mierda!
Shit!

I decline and text him fast. I needed a good vent. This was my way.

I want to play a game with you.

Grant is typing...

Grant is typing...

What are you thinking princess?

I want you to see how long you can last.