I Can't Take It Anymore

16. Purpose

The day after:

The bright reflection of the tv shined throughout the living room. I'm sitting on this lumpy couch catching up on Riverdale. Since yesterday I've stayed in the same spot. Everything hurts, even to stand. Pretty much everything is still a blur. I barely remember walking home.

I'm glad mom is back in Virginia because if she saw me right now she would have too many questions. Her being gone is giving me the opportunity to stay at home. Whether she knows it or not. Suddenly my phone begins to ring indicating that I'm receiving a call from no one other than mom. She always has perfect timing.

"Kailyn Monroe why isn't your skinny *ss not at school!" she yelled over the phone to the point I move my phone away from my ear, while scrunching up my nose. It's too early for all that.

"I'm sorry. I forgot to ask between working and school I'm exhausted. I also need to catch up on some work." I murmur hoping that she will just let this go.

The line went silent until, "This is the exact reason why I didn't want you to work. You're lying and you're not even doing what you're suppose to be doing. I had to find out from my co-worker about you not meeting her to get a ride to school. What's up with that!"

"I said I'm sorry," I roll my eyes. "I just haven't been feeling good."

"Fine. I'll call the school and if you still don't feel better call me. I hope you get better because I still plan to be down here until next week."

I can hear mom moving around, so I wait until she stopped to speak up, "Well mom I'm going back to sleep. I'll call you later," I said trying to rush her off the phone.

She sighed, "Alright. Get some sleep, talk to you later."

She hung up but before I could put my phone down the annoying sound of *ding* notified me that I have a message. Which I find weird because only two people text me, mom and Jessica. There's no way it's Jessica because she most likely just got home from her second job.

Opening the message it's from an unknown number saying, "I told you this was only the beginning."

Only two people have ever said those exact words to me, donor and Bianca. Clicking on the contact there is a image of me. Showing the outcome of Bianca's scheme. The picture basically shows how I look right now minus the blood. Thinking about yesterday, I feel another flashback coming.

*Flashback:

My eyes are close but not because I want them to be. I'm aching all over. Starting from my back to my legs. Trying to stand is going to be the death of me. My head feels like someone smacked me multiple times.

Finally using what strength I have to steady myself on the wall. Looking in the opposite way to look into the mirrors. My reflection looks just like a zombie. My hair is matted, dark circles beneath my eyes, and bruises cover my face. I need to get home fast before someone sees me.

Luckily I always carry a hoodie on me but I need to make quick stop by my locker. As I peep through the doors to make sure no one will see me, I can hear loud commotion happening in the cafeteria . Great it's still lunchtime I should be good. After grabbing my hoodie, I put it on and the hood to try and cover my face.

This school really should have an alarm system or something because it's too easy to walk out. For each step I take my head pounds in protest. Whatever Bianca and her puppets did they succedded, but how much I'm still trying to remember.

*Flashback Ends

I've been in the same spot since yesterday. I only move to go to the bathroom or sometimes to eat. I know something has to be going on with me because I have no appetite. Taking more pain killers I grab my water and chug them down drifting back off to sleep.