Chloe
The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my back from sleeping in an uncomfortable position all night. Well, it was a bathtub after all. I went into my room and took a quick shower, trying not to stare at myself for too long.Dwelling on my appearance only brought tears to my eyes. Shaking away those thoughts, I slipped into an outfit, let my hair down from the ponytail, applied a minimal amount of makeup, and left the house. As usual, there was no one home.I hailed a cab and settled into the backseat, attempting to relax as it drove through the busy city streets. I watched as the rush of commuters filled the roads, businessmen and women hurrying to get to work on time. The streets were crowded, and a heavy sigh escaped my lips.The cab pulled up in front of my destination - the hospital. Looking at the imposing building before me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. I glanced around the crowded waiting area before making my way to the reception desk."Hi," I said shyly, brushing some hair out of my face. The lady behind the desk turned towards me, her friendly smile putting me slightly at ease."Hi, sweetie. What can I do for you?" she asked kindly."I'm here to see my mom," I replied, mentally cursing myself for stuttering. Her smile remained, and she typed a few things into the computer in front of her before looking back at me."Room 137," she said, and I nodded gratefully. I walked straight over to the elevator and waited for it to arrive.I felt a presence beside me and turned to find Jake standing there, looking at me apologetically. I looked away, focusing on the elevator doors. Right on cue, the doors opened, and anxiety swirled within me.Questions and scenes played out in my head, and I forced myself to bring my mind back to reality. I stepped into the elevator and quickly pressed the button for the floor. But despite my attempt to keep Jake out, he still managed to get in. I groaned internally."Look, C, I'm really sorry," he said, standing right in front of me. I kept my gaze down, unable to process everything at that moment.I knew he was sorry. But I didn't know how long that remorse would last before he betrayed me again. I simply nodded, my response lacking words."So, are we good?" he asked.I pondered for a moment, not wanting to respond verbally. I didn't want to stumble over my words like I always did. Part of me wanted to curse him out, but I lacked the courage."Yes," I finally replied quickly, glancing up at him. He smiled, coming closer and embracing me tightly.I hugged him back, but the attraction I once felt had faded. There were no longer any feelings attached to his touch. He had hurt me, betrayed me more than anyone else on this earth ever had. And here I was, hugging him like a complete fool.But that's just who I was. I couldn't hold onto anger, and I hated making people feel bad for their mistakes. So I would overlook it and forgive them. I kept forgiving until they completely ran me over and treated me like garbage.But I would still remain kind-hearted, always finding a way to make someone feel better. Because not having someone there when you needed them the most was devastating. The elevator doors opened, and I quickly pulled away as I saw an elderly couple waiting outside.My cheeks flushed, and I stepped out before walking briskly down the hallway. Knocking on my mother's door, I entered her room and gave her a small smile. She lay in the bed, surrounded by tubes and wires. It broke my heart to see her deteriorating."Hi, Mom," I greeted, going over to her bedside and sitting down. I took her hand in mine, and she looked over at me, her smile brightening at the sight of a visitor in this lonely place."Hey, Baby," she said, gasping for air between her words. It pained me to hear her struggling."How are you feeling today?" I asked, my voice filled with concern."Like... shit," she joked weakly, and I chuckled softly. But behind her words, I sensed the weight of her condition."You'll get better," I said with a smile, trying to offer her reassurance. But deep down, my soul cried. She noticed the sadness in my eyes and shook her head.I got up and lightly adjusted her pillow, fluffing it to make her more comfortable."I won't," she struggled to say. "I feel my time coming nearer."I frowned, disheartened by her lack of optimism. It was unlike her to talk this way. But being in a place like this for almost a year, I could understand why. The room fell into a comfortable silence as I allowed her to rest. The more she spoke, the more breathless she became."Have you found a boyfriend yet?" she asked hopefully, and I sighed."No, Mom. I don't even have friends anymore," I told her, immediately regretting my words as I realized it would only stress her out."What happened?" she asked, turning onto her side to look at me properly."It's nothing. Don't worry," I smiled, trying to ease her concern. She playfully narrowed her eyes at me."What are you going to do today?" she asked."I have therapy in a few minutes. I can skip it if you want me to stay," I offered, hoping for a chance to spend more time with her. But she shook her head."Go ahead. I'll be okay," she said weakly. I sighed, getting up slowly and placing a kiss on her forehead. I caressed her cheek with my thumb for a moment, and she laughed softly."I'm supposed to do that to you," she said, and I giggled. She was right. She had always done that for me as a kid, whether it was at bedtime or during a tantrum."Bye, Mom," I said, with sadness in my voice. She smiled back at me."Bye, Baby," she whispered.I left her room and continued down the corridor, anxiety gnawing at my conscience. I silently thanked God as I spotted the familiar building of my therapist's office. I entered and took a seat in the waiting area, anticipating the call for my session.The room was spacious, with only a few other people waiting. The walls were painted in a vibrant pink color, and the furniture ranged from black to lighter shades of pink. The therapist emerged from her office, and when she saw me already waiting, she smiled.She gestured with her hand for me to come over, and I reluctantly did so. Dragging my feet toward her, she placed a comforting hand on my shoulder and led me into her office."We have a shared session today," she informed me, and I pursed my lips in response."Why?" I asked, curious about the change in approach.The therapist sighed, realizing the weight of my words. "I can only imagine how difficult that must be for you," she said empathetically, jotting down notes. "The uncertainty and sadness surrounding your mother's situation can undoubtedly take a toll on your emotions."Hayden, who had been silent until now, leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. His gaze shifted between the therapist and me, his expression unreadable."You're right, it's messed up," I continued, the bitterness seeping into my voice. "I try to stay positive, but it's hard when you know the inevitable outcome. It's hard when you see her deteriorating, and you feel so helpless."The therapist nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "It's important to acknowledge and express your emotions, Chloe.It's okay to feel anger, sadness, and frustration in this situation. Remember, you don't have to face it alone. Reach out to your support system, whether it's friends, family, or even support groups. It can make a difference."I looked down at my hands, my nails digging into my palms. "I don't have much of a support system anymore," I admitted quietly, a pang of loneliness gripping my heart.Hayden's eyes flickered towards me, and for a moment, I caught a glimpse of something softer in his gaze. It was fleeting, but it gave me a sense of comfort in that moment of vulnerability.The therapist leaned forward, her tone gentle. "It's important that you don't carry everything on your own. Maybe even a Support Animal could help you."I nodded, absorbing her words, though the weight of my circumstances still weighed heavily on me. Hayden shifted in his seat, uncrossing his arms as he seemed to be paying more attention to me than the current conversation at hand."You know," She continued. "Sometimes it's the people you least expect who can surprise you. Don't completely shut yourself off from the possibility of finding support in unexpected places."As we delved deeper into the session, exploring coping mechanisms and ways to navigate through the challenges, I realized that despite the pain and uncertainty, there was still a glimmer of hope.And perhaps, with time, that hope could grow and provide the strength I needed to face the fucked-up reality I found myself in.ChloeHayden looked at me, his eyes devoid of emotion as they locked onto mine. I wasn't sure why we were staring at each other, but the intensity was palpable. The therapist had stepped out of the room for a brief moment, and I made the mistake of glancing over at Hayden. Now I couldn't tear my gaze away from him."What's wrong with your mother?" he asked, leaning back and rubbing his temples. I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to share that part of my life with him. It wasn't because I didn't trust him, but because I didn't want to sink back into the depths of depression by dwelling on it."It's okay," he shrugged nonchalantly, his thick accent making it difficult for me to find my words before he swiftly grabbed his phone and began typing rapidly. I leaned my head back just as the therapist reentered the room and settled back into her seat."Okay, Slim. Now it's your turn. Where are your parents?" she inquired, oblivious to my silent warning. Unfortunately, she didn't catch on."Keep
ChloeI pursed my lips, quickly inserting my earbuds and turning on my music to drown out the world around me. I avoided eye contact with everyone and headed towards the empty seats in the back of the bus.Unbeknownst to me, a boy stuck his foot out, causing me to trip and collide with it. I let out a shriek as I fell forward, hitting my head on the seat and collapsing onto the ground. My head throbbed, and the sound of laughter filled the air. Even the nerds, who usually stayed out of such situations, didn't offer any help. I didn't blame them; it wasn't their mess to get involved in.Sighing, I picked myself up and sat down, leaning my head back. As I looked at my reflection on the screen of my old phone, I noticed a purple mark forming from the impact on my head.Instead of reacting, I stayed silent, enduring their taunts and trying my best not to cry. That's all I ever seemed to do-cry, cry, and cry until there were no tears left.But the sobs remained, a constant reminder that m
ChloeLunchtime came and I reluctantly made my way towards the cafeteria to grab my lunch, hoping to find a quiet and secluded spot to eat. However, as I entered the cafeteria, the room fell silent, and it seemed like everyone was laughing at me. The feeling of humiliation overwhelmed me, and I fought back tears and the urge to scream out in frustration. Keeping my head down, I walked towards the food line."Maybe you shouldn't eat today," the Cafeteria Lady joked, and laughter erupted from the people in line. I remained silent, grabbing my tray, and tried to make a quick exit from the room."Yo, Chloe!" a familiar female voice shouted, and I looked up to see Leah beckoning me over. She smiled and motioned for me to join her at the table where Leah, Lilly, Zeek, and two other guys were sitting.Hayden was nowhere to be found, so I took a seat next to Zeek, who greeted me with a goofy grin, his mouth full of fries."Hey, Love," he winked, and Lilly playfully punched him in the shoulder
ChloeWhen we arrived in the desert, I had finished eating and felt a wave of nausea. Fear gripped me as the darkness enveloped us, and the air became thick with dust."Are you going to kill me?" I asked, my voice trembling with genuine fear. In moments like these, my voice would soften, sounding almost childlike, something I despised."Relax," he reassured me, speeding through the dark desert as if he knew the way by heart.Soon, a bright light came into view, and as we approached, I realized several cars and another vehicle were parked in the middle of nowhere. He parked the car, turned off the engine, and opened my door, gallantly extending his hand to help me out. I took his hand and stepped out as he closed the door behind me. He guided me towards the gathering where everyone greeted him enthusiastically. With a subtle nod of his head, he acknowledged them before engaging in conversation with someone.Lost in my thoughts, I locked eyes with the same girl who had shown disdain to
ChloeNodding, he signaled with his hand for me to follow him. As Hayden led me through the large crowd, I tightly held onto his hand, fearful of getting lost. I observed his muscular back as he navigated through the people, receiving greetings along the way. My hands shook frantically, signaling the onset of a panic attack. I had hoped to drown my anxiety in alcohol, to forget and numb the overwhelming emotions. But here I am now.We finally made it out of the crowd, and I instinctively let go of his hand. He glanced at me but didn't question my actions. We climbed a flight of stairs, and there were bathrooms in front of us. Without hesitation, I hurriedly entered the ladies' bathroom. Inside, I silently released my pent-up emotions, suppressing my sobs so that Hayden wouldn't hear me. The fear of him reacting violently towards me lingered, and the mere thought of it terrified me. I'm too fragile for my own good. I yearned for a day when I could transform into the confident girl o
ChloeI tiptoed up the stairs quietly, careful not to wake anyone, especially my stepfather. Thankfully, I reached my room without a sound and tossed my bag onto the bed. After undressing, I treated myself to a long, relaxing bath, cleansing both my body and mind.Once refreshed, I changed into comfortable clothes and hydrated myself with water. I climbed into bed, feeling the fatigue wash over me as I drifted off to sleep, still clutching a pack of fruit snacks in my hand.When I woke up, it was almost eight, and panic immediately set in as I realized I was running late. Hastily, I scrambled around, trying to get ready. Despite my efforts, it was already nine by the time I was prepared, and I muttered a curse under my breath before rushing outside. As I sprinted down the sidewalk, I heard a car approaching from behind. Glancing back, I realized I didn't recognize the vehicle. Just as I was about to take off running, the horn honked, and the window rolled down."Come on," called Jake
ChloeI took this opportunity without any objections, not being able to hide the smile that graced my lips. Taking the keys from him, I made my way off of the court and toward the parking lot.I sat in his car, surrounded by the smell of my food and his air freshener. I ate quietly, enjoying the music playing smoothly from the radio.Sighing contently, I watched as he skillfully dribbled the ball on the court, his face unusually serious compared to the others who were laughing and smiling.Every now and then, he brushed his hair out of his eyes, sweat clinging to his forehead. Finishing my meal, I turned off the radio and stepped out of the car. I walked over to a nearby bin and discarded the empty container before making my way to the bleachers.Just as I was about to sit down, I heard my name called, and I looked up to see Leah and the others approaching. I was relieved they came to me instead of making me go to them.Kai and Leah greeted me with a hug, while Lilly rolled her eyes a
ChloeI stared at the person in the mirror as I slipped into my shoes, taking in my appearance. With long black hair and round cheeks that others often criticized, I appeared happy on the outside while battling inner turmoil.But it was time for me to mature and confront my fears, even though it was easier said than done. Sighing, I straightened up and examined my outfit-a leather high-waisted skirt with stylish buckles, a black spaghetti-strap top, and a mesh long-sleeve top. I completed the look with trendy black sandals.Initially feeling out of my comfort zone, I reminded myself to focus on the present after taking my medication. After placing my new phone in my black purse and stashing a few pills in a small compartment, I left my room and headed downstairs. As usual, no one else was home. I sighed, entered the kitchen, and poured a glass of water. Just as I was about to take a sip, I heard a knock at the door. I groaned, setting the glass back on the counter and going to answer