Life After Rehab ✓

[Chapter Thirty-Two] Where She Becomes A Year Older

Chapter Thirty-Two – Where She Becomes A Year Older
Bailey's Pov

Today I turned twenty-one years old. When you're twenty-one isn't it supposed to feel like freedom, like you've finally grown up, like you've finally hit the next stage of your life? Well it didn't.

I shut my phone off and spent the morning avoiding the world and in bed.

What was there to be happy about?

It was just a reminder of almost all my failures centered on one day.

I can't go out and drink; I'm an alcoholic and an addict, thank you birthday for the reminder.

I can't celebrate my anniversary because I wasn't good enough to be faithful to and I don't have one, thank you birthday for also being my anniversary.

I can't spend a day with my best friend because oh yeah, she's fucking dead and my birthday is just a reminder of the great day I had with her, a cruel reminder of a day I'll never get to relive with her. It was one of the best days of my life last year and this year it's just hell.

Julian's song he released last week or so was everywhere and it didn't really make me feel better that he was admitting what he did, it made me sick he was making money on what he did, that he was benefitting like that on brea0king my heart.

He's hurting?

And how does he think I feel? I've spend weeks thinking about how he feels, not wanting people to be mean to him because I cared about his feelings but why? Why did I care about him when he didn't care about me? My friends and family think I'm stupid and they're right.

I'm stupid and pathetic and worthless.

I know it's Drew's birthday too and I should be happy for him but I can't. All I've been doing it thinking of everyone else and for one day I wanted to be left alone and wallow in self-pity, Julian was slowly ruining my life.

I tried to get a job, guess who likes gossip bullshit, seems like everyone.

There are people who know who I am and it makes me uncomfortable, it makes me angry that I can't work without people staring so I ended up quitting because I couldn't take it anymore.

"You're not doing this today." Drew barged in and I groaned and covered my head with the pillow

"Go away." I yelled, I was tired of one of their cheering up event after another.

"It's my birthday too and you're going to get your ass up, shower, and come out with me." he was so demanding and I wanted to punch him in the face right now.

"Auntie Lee!" God damn him. Micah was put on the bed and he crawled over to me so I reached an arm out and pulled him under the blankets with me, kidnapping my nephew into my fortress of misery, he at least brought joy.

"Come on Bailey." Stupid Kenna.

"No." I complained and I stayed hidden with Micah and he cuddled with me.

"Either you get up or I'll get you up." I felt like a child right now.

"Screw that; I'll just call Lucca." Kenna threatened and I peeked my head out

"You wouldn't" He was getting on my last nerve with this positive shit, he was a walking and talking motivational poster, it was infuriating.

"Too late." I groaned hearing his voice.

"Why are you here?" I clung to Micah

"Well I guess someone should have answered their phone." Damn, I shouldn't have turned that off.