Broken

.17.

Chris.

It's been days since I knew about her. She didn't want anyone to go to her fathers funeral, which I respect. After that day, I called her a million times, I texted her for another whole bunch of times, but she never answered. It just got to the point were I even went to her house, but the curtains of her window were closed and her window was as well. Now that I know about her whole abuse situation it makes me feel worse, what if something happened to her and I don't know?

I asked the girls if they knew anything about her, but they just knew what I did. She just isolated herself from everyone, or maybe she's been to weak to even try to talk someone. It's been difficult to sleep without nightmares, or to even just concentrate in the day without spacing out wondering about her.

While I was trying to catch my sleep listening to Ed Sheeran my phone buzzed. The guys and I have been talking about stuff we have planned —I don't even concentrate in that either— and right now we're just trying to figure out in which house we can meet to just put all the ideas together.

From: Grace 11:43pm
Help

As I read those words everything in me was confused, but there was no time for questioning what happened. If she asked for help, there must be something wrong. My mum was already sleeping so I had to get out of there as silent as I could trying to not wake her up because if i do, I would be in so many problems.

I successfully could get out of my house without waking my mum up, sure the door made a little of noise when I opened it up, but she just kept sleeping. Just as I closed the door, I started running as fast as I could towards her house, which is two blocks away from mine, and it just seemed like an eternity to get there. The more I ran the more far I felt from her.

I got to her house, entering through the front door clearly wasn't an option at all, so I decided to climb just like I did the other day. The window was open, as I could, I tried to balance myself with one hand, and open the window with the other one. For some reason last time I did this it felt way more easier than now. I pushed myself inside to be greeted just my shattered glass in the floor, she was laying there almost unconscious, her room was a mess and just by the way it looked you could totally tell something went wrong. In that moment I couldn't help but feel mad and sad at the same time. It was my fault, if I would've convinced her of moving somewhere else she would not be like this.

"Oh my god what happened?" I asked as I tried to move her away from the glass she was laying on top of. She winced in pain as she felt my touch, her body was full of bruises and covered in dry blood.

"My mum broke the lamp in my head" she could barely get out. Why would her mum do that to her? But most importantly, what am I supposed to do? I can take her home, but the only difficult thing is, how? It's obvious I can't take her through the window like this. The only option is taking her through the front door and risking the fact that we can get caught by her mum.

"You can't move at all right?" And just as those words leaved my mouth I mentally slapped myself. It's obvious she can't because of the pain. As answer, she slightly shook her head in no. I started figuring out ways to get her out of here but nothing came to me, so I was forced to use the only one I saw most convenient. Not the best one, but it will do.

"Do you have painkillers here?" I once again asked and she nodded, she slightly pointed to to the night stand besides her bed. I grabbed them and also the glass of water that was sitting there as well, which made me assume this wasn't the first time that happened. I helped her to sit so she could swallow the pill, she could. Afterwards, I carried her to her bed and layed her there, I'm just going to wait until the pain goes away so I can take her to my house.