I was ashamed and terrified. Everything was happening again. I had that huge ball of angering my stomach. I cried and cried, I couldn't stop. I kept punching the wall and at one point I smacked my head on the cold brick walls then fell on that white ceramic floor. Outside the bathroom there was Amanda standing in front of the door trying to open it. She saw everything. The whole scene. Why didn't she try to stop them? Why didn't she say anything? Was she scared? Maybe she didn't want everyone to know that we were friends.
All I know is that I woke up on the floor in a little puddle of blood. Wasn't really bad. I looked to my right and saw Amanda right there holding me. She manage to open the door. Didn't know how but she did. I could read fear in her eyes. The atmosphere in the room was really heavy. I asked:
- For how long was I out?
- 10 minutes maybe
- Bring me home please!
Amanda kept insisting to go to the hospital but I tried to convince her I was fine, I just wanted to go home and be alone. I walked home. It took me 30mins. During the whole time I was trying to get myself home I couldn't stop crying and shaking.
I got home around 12:30pm, grandma wasn't there. She left a note on the fridge saying:
" Olivia I'm out for the day I'll be back later tonight. Don't do anything stupid. Love you xx"
I left the note on the table and ran to the bathroom to wash up. It took me an hour before I came out of the shower. When I was all done I went to my room and decided to do something about it. I needed to take all the pain out...
