Screws Loose Everywhere

The second my door clicked shut, I reached for my phone. My thumb hovered over my third emergency contact.

She's in practice, I shouldn't bother her.

I leaned my head against my bed, only to end up in an insanely uncomfortable position so I slumped down so my neck didn't feel like it was seconds away from breaking. I huffed and dropped my hand. I really wanted to tell her about all of this; I knew she would have supported my behaviour, unlike my so-called stepmother. Should I send her a text? No, I wanted to talk about it. 

With nothing else to do, for the time being, I stared at the ceiling. I never noticed how high it was. It appeared like a waste of materials if you asked me. My stomach loudly complained to me, disrupting the quietness in my room.

"Ok, time to eat," I said to no one in particular and pushed myself off the floor.

I quietly opened the door. Noting the silence, I cautiously walked out of my room till I got to the top of t