Down For The Count

Wait For It

I heard the door shut, signifying that Hope had most likely left.

I flushed the toilet, sitting back as I let my body lean heavily against the wall, Phillipa looking very concerned.

I felt so awful, physically and mentally. The thoughts in my head were heavy and the pain in my stomach was so severe that I began to cry.

"Oh, Paisley-"

"Can you just call my mom? Please? Just...just get her to pick me up." I said, my eyes shut tightly.

I heard shuffling, Phillipa most likely pulling her phone out to call Vanessa.

"I...I don't think I have her number, P."

I reached down in my pocket for my phone, groaning when I realized that I didn't have it. I keep forgetting it's not with me. Stop being stupid, Paisley.

I strained my brain, trying to think of what her phone number was. I just click on her contact when I need to call her, I don't really look at the number.

And for probably the 100th time today, my brain has failed me. Also modern technology. Screw you, modern technology.

"Um...I know the first few numbers?" I looked up at Phillipa, immediately earning myself a sad look.

"P...please just let me get Lin. He can-"

"No." I cried harder, shaking my head. "You can't he's gonna...he's gonna be so mad, you...you can't."

"Why would he be mad?" Phillipa asked, crouching down beside me.

So many reasons.

So many reasons.

Today was awful. And every bad thing that's happened has a big arrow that points back to me.

I only cried louder, shaking my head and pulling my knees to my chest.

"Can I at least get you a water bottle or something? You look very dehydrated." Pippa commented.

I was very thirsty, and the sheer amount of fluids I had lost in the last five minutes was definitely not healthy.

But I couldn't really make a motion to nod or talk or do anything. Just sit there and cry pathetically.

"I'm getting Lin." Phillipa mumbled to herself, and I internally panicked, shaking my head as I watched her stand up.

"No, no you can't! Please...please don't." I cried. But Phillipa wasn't hearing it. She made her way across the bathroom, about to pull the heavy door open, and my stomach dropped.

He's gonna be so angry. They want me to eat and I can't even do that. They want me to just not cause trouble, and I can't even do that. I can never do that. It seems like everywhere I go I leave a mess for someone else to clean up, I destroy everything.

Lin will kill me for what happened today.

"You can't! He's gonna hit me!" I sobbed, causing Phillipa to stop in her tracks, her hand still on the door handle as she turned to me.