Trapped, Forest Evergreen [feel good books to read .TXT] 📗

you can loose yourself but I got myself together, mostly.
“ So why are you here?”
“ To keep you company and to make sure you stay safe.”
“ That’s a hard job.”
“ I think I’m pretty good at it.”
“ I meant keeping me safe.”
“ Well, judging by your very tough to read expressions I think I’m the only person that knows. Am I right?”
“......Yes....”
“ Then am I the guy for the job?”
“ I guess.”
“ Good, someone needs to be there for you.”
“ I know I just didn’t want anyone at risk.”
“ Do your parents know?”
“ (chuckle) Unless I wanted them dead, no.”
“ You need to be happy, even though I know it’s really tough.”
“ What do you recommend?” I said smiling (which is the first real smile I’ve had in a while).
“ How about life discussion and pointless conversation?”
“ Sounds good to me.”
Friends :)

So I talked with Andrew about life and interests, and meaninglessness. The happiest I’ve been in years, we talked till the bell rang.
“ Here’s my number if you ever need to call.” He said writing on a sticky note.
“ And here’s my number if you ever need to check up on me.” I said writing on the same sticky note and tearing it in half, one number to me, one number to him.
“ Remember I’m here.”
“ I know.” I said smiling and walking backwards to the bus as he hopped in his parents car. We waved, then both lost sight of each other. Trying to not think my life would be hell if my parents weren’t home I looked to the bright side of spending pretty much a whole day with my supporter. But I knew that danger awaited me wether I wanted it or not! The key went into the lock of the door and it opened.
“ Mom? Dad? You guys home?”
No response. Great, well I’ll be smart about this and try avoiding being alone.

So I did my homework and after having a snack and being tempted by the demon inside to go upstairs, instead of being by the window in my dining room, the phone rang.
“ Hello, Boatright house.”
“ Hey, this is Andrew and I’m calling for Violet.”
“ This is she.”
“ Oh, (laughs) hi.”
“ What’s up?”
“ Well, I was going to go see a movie with some friends and wondered if you’d like to come?”
“ Sure, give me twenty minutes and meet me at the bus stop for Cherry Wood neighborhood.”
“ Oh, ok I know where that is. Sounds good. Also I’m checking up on you. You ok?”
“ Yes, at the moment, more like now I am.”
“ Honest?”
“ Yes, I’m being honest.”
“ Ok, I believe you. See you soon.”
“ Alright, bye.”
“ Bye.”

Night Out

We both hung up at the same time and I ran up the stairs to get ready for my night out. Getting my straightener ready I called my parents and told them I was going to see a movie and both gave their permission. Putting on a fresh t-shirt and jeans and some Vans I walked back into my bathroom and the demon struck.
“ I think you need some nice red hot burns on your arms.”
“ NO I DON’T!”
Struggling to keep the straightener from touching my gashes it only had more of a grip it seemed. Next thing I knew I was screaming my head off from the excruciating pain. The straightener was being held on my scarred gashes melting the scar and making my skin raw and gush again with blood and burning with an everlasting pain. Dropping the straightener to the floor I fell on my knees still screaming till my throat hurt. Angry painful tears fell from my frustrated fighting face and I felt like I couldn’t move. After a little while I got myself together, finished my hair, and freshened my make-up. Then wincing I started wrapping up my new wounds and headed out the door.
“ What took you so long?”
“ Sorry...”
“ It’s ok I was just worried. So ya, we’re meeting the other people there I just thought you might like a ride.”
“ Thanks for the thought, ya I do need a ride.”
“ Well, hop in and we’ll be on our way.”
I went around to the passenger side and got in.
“ So are you ok?” he said driving down the road.
“ No...”
“ What happened?”
Lifting up my shirt sleeve I unwrapped the bandages and he glanced down shocked at what was unexpectedly there.
“ Oh wow...how did that happen?”
“ “It” took the straightener and held it there for a while.”
“ I really don’t think you should be at home by yourself.”
“ Me neither but where can I go?”
“ Do you want to hang out?”
“ Every single day?”
“ Well, ya. If you’re ok with that?”
“ Hm....actually that might work. My parents sounded so happy when I asked to go to the movies with people.”
“ Were they home when you-”it” did that?”
“ No, I called them both.”
“ Oh ok. Ya if you’re ok with it and they’re ok with it then it should be ok.”
“ Alright, coolness.”
“ You seem really strong.”
“ Ya...I try my best to fight that’s why...even though I struggle way to much for me to stand it.”
“ That’s a good thing minus the not standing it.”
“ So what movie are we seeing?”
“ Alpha and Omega.”
“ Oh, cool. I’ve oddly been wanting to see it.”
“ Me too, sorta.”
We just made small talk till we got to the movies, then we joined up with a good sized group of people, purchased our tickets and then got snacks and seats. After fifteen minutes of introductions and miscellaneous talking the movie finally began. Thirty minutes into the movie I was really starting to get thirsty, but I didn’t want to get up because I knew what would happen...maybe. It didn’t go away after five minutes and by then my mouth was like a desert, so I whispered to Andrew next to me.
“ Hey I’m going to go get a drink, I’m super thirsty.”
“ Want me to come with?”
“ No, I’ll be ok.”

It Just Got Bad...

So I got up and inched past Andrew and up the isle to the doors and out into the land of snacks and okish prices.
“ I’m going to have a medium fountain drink.”
“ Alright, 2.50.”
I pulled out my chained wallet and gave the guy a five.
“ Alright, here’s is three fifty, four fifty and five.” He said counting out my change and handing me my cup.
“ Thanks.”
“ No prob.”
Going over to the soda fountain trying to decide what I wanted. Think I’ll go with Mountain Dew and Strawberry Lemonade

. Filling my cup up an unwanted voice spoke in my head. ‘How bout we go to the restroom’ NO! AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! ‘Watch and learn.’

Without me controlling my body I was hurled to the restroom. Are you crazy! This is a public place! ‘ There’s nobody in here so I think we’ll be fine.’

Next thing I knew I was slammed into the sinks bruising my head and making it bleed from what I could see in the mirror facing me. Then I was picked up into the air by the neck struggling for air and dropped to the ground, dislocating my ankle. I couldn’t lift myself up at all, I gave all my strength to at least sit myself up but I knew I needed to get back or they’d start freaking out. But every time I tried to walk I’d just keep falling down because I couldn’t support myself so I sat on the bathroom floor crying frustrated tears. I got up with a shot of pain through my leg, looking at my red tear stained bleeding hot face in the mirror.
“ Well I can’t look like this...” I said pulling out some mascara from my wallet and getting a wet kleenex. Somewhat satisfied with my newly done up face I mustered up all my strength left and tried to walk as normal as I could grabbing my drink on the way out. Making sure it looked ok before I shut the door I turned forwards to find Andrew right in front of me.
“ Where’ve you been?”
“ I was getting a drink and then went to the restroom.” I looked around and nobody was around at the moment.
He stared at my forehead. CRAP! My bruise! And it’s probably bleeding again.

“ Then why do you have a bruise and blood on your forehead?”
“ .................”
“ I can’t leave you alone anymore can I?”
Silently I shook my head.
“ Well come on back inside, so your not alone.”
“ Ok.”
He walked right by me and noticed when we walked a few more of steps that I wasn’t walking normally.
“ I really can’t leave you alone. You’re going to end up really damn hurt if you’re alone.”
“ Thanks for the news flash.” I said with sarcasm.
“ If you need to go somewhere just tell me, ok?”
“ I will don’t worry.”
“ To late.”
“ (laughs (serious face)) I’m really sorry you got involved in this.”
“ That was my choice to make, don’t worry about it.”
“ I know but I feel so guilty, liked I dragged you into it.”
“ You didn’t.