I woke up to look at myself in the mirror to remind myself that it's just another normal day at school. Act like you're okay. Nothing happened. I'm fine. If only that was true. If anybody asks if you're okay, you're not going to break down and cry, you'll just say your fine. I take a deep breath and grab my bag then headed downstairs where I smell breakfast.
"Heres breakfast." My mom put a plate full of eggs and toast on the counter. I'm actually not really hunger which is weird because I'm usually starving.
"No thanks mom, I'm not hungry."
She gives me a confused look and puts the plate away from me.
"Honey, are you sure you're okay?" My mom worried.
No I'm not okay but I can't let that get in the way of living my life. I don't want people just standing here feeling sorry for me. I have to move on.
"Yes mom, I'm fine." I faked a smile.
She grabs her keys and we go to her vehicle.
We arrive to school and kiss my mother on the cheek. "Bye."
I go to my locker to get my three journals. Two of them are for notes and the third one is assume to be the one where I record thoughts or my emotions down in it. I never truly use this in light of the fact that I never had anything to record. I figure I can begin using it now.
It was a medium size notebook (two subject notebook) and it had a rainbow sparkle design on the front. When I peer inside, I see a few paragraphs from my seventh and eighth grade year. It looked like a four year old wrote in it.
Today is my first day of eight grade and that means I'm the top dog of junior high. Lets just hope that they're some hot guys this year. I really hoping that this year is the year that I get a boyfriend and be happy with someone. Even though I'm happy without one, it's just would be nice to be happy with someone besides myself. I want him to be like a prince. I want him to buy me chocolates on valentines day and take me on walks on the beach. Now that's my perfect guy.
I skim and snicker at the amount I have grown up from that point forward. Also, it was just a year ago. Tragically I didn't get a boyfriend that year, I nearly did however he moved away before he made his move. He let me know that he liked me and he wanted to do it old fashion way and wait to go on a real date with me to be his official girlfriend. His name was Jake, he had light cocoa hair and splendid blue eyes that you begin to look all starry eyed at in a flash. Eighth grade year was a little disappointing.
The bell rings and it was time for first hour.
I walk in to see Emma nearly in a breakdown. I want to comfort Emma but she hates my guts. I wonder if she realizes that her boyfriend is in jail or will be. When I go in there and Emma sees me in front of the class; goes sits at another table. As badly as I want to comfort her, she'll probably end up slapping me again and making matters worse. I really hope she's okay.
I sit down at the table that Emma fled from and I put my backpack on it and rest my head.
I walk to lunch without anyone else, not with Penelope, Violet, or even Caleb. Today isn't the day to be glad or to laugh. I sound like an old, cranky woman yet I simply don't crave managing people today.
I grab my plate and go into the lunch annex where I have some privacy. While I was eating my pizza, Violet comes up sit right next to me with her plate. I faked a grin and she gave me a confuse look as though she knew I was faking it. I figure I'm not good at faking.
"What's wrong with you?" Violet rips the pepperoni off her pizza. This was the question that I was afraid to be asked. Honestly I don't think that I'm a good liar but it's going to have to do for now.
"Nothing, I'm fine." I faked a smile. Please don't notice. Please don't notice.
"No you're not." She pushed her plate away so she can put her arms on the table. "I'm your friend you can-" I interrupted her by me getting up.
"I'm fine, okay!" I snapped at her out of nowhere.Where did that come from?
I grab my plate and dumped it into the garbage then I went into the ladies room. I lock myself in a stall all the way to the end and get my rainbow sparkle notebook out. Likewise I grab my soft Hello Kitty pen and begin to think about what I wanted to write.
Today my plan was to act like everything was okay and nobody would know what happen to me. But that didn't happen. My friend Violet asked me how was I and I told her I was fine but she knew I was lying. Like I appreciate her concern but I don't want to think about it. I think I should tell the police what happened so Dylan can get punished for what he did. That would make me feel a lot better and safe.
The bell rings while I was writing down my last sentence. I put my notebook away and head straight to class without looking at anyone.
Moreover I went to my class with no inconvenience. That is until Natasha came up to me with a sensitivity look and she sat right beside me.
"Mary-" I cut her off.
"I'm fine!" I snapped at her. Everyone stops and stares at us, hoping they would be a fight between us.
Natasha got up and left; everyone was still staring at me like I'm crazy. Maybe I am crazy but I don't care. I just put my head down and went to sleep.
My vision was a little blurry and I couldn't see what was what. I felt someone kissing and kinda nibbling on my neck. It was nice. They kept going and I bit my lip out of amusement. I had my eye closed so I couldn't see who it was and I keep trying to open them but I couldn't for anything. That person stopped kissing my neck and started to touch my face so I tried to open my eyes and I succeeded. But I regret opening my eyes because of the person I saw touching me.
"Hey babe." Dylan kissed me on the lips.
I jumped and gasped and everyone in the classroom stared at once again. My face was hot and sweaty; my heart was beating really fast. Did I really just had that nightmare?
I think it's time for me to visit the police station after school before this gets worse.
I was at my house, preparing how I'm going to say it to the police but I don't know how to say without either crying my eyes out or having another anxiety attack. Second, I needed to find a ride other than my mother. If she brings me then when she finds out, she'll cry and I absolutely hate seeing my mother cry. Caleb can bring you. True. I take another look at my outfit which was a solid white oversize sweater and some black jeans with black combat boots. I texted Caleb.
Me: Can you bring me to the police station?
I go downstair, seeing my mom watching a soap opera called The Young and the Restless. I watched that show before and I think it's a little repetitive. Like I feel like the same thing happens. Someone always dies or they have a twin. It's sounds a little ridiculous to me.
"Mom, I'm going to meet some friends." I lied.
"Alright honey have fun." She said with a sizable chunk of grain. She's presumably eating my Hello Kitty cereal.
I watch as Caleb pulls in and run out there; into his car. He was looking really hot right now. He was wearing an ash gray sweater with light blue jeans while his dirty blonde hair was well fixed.
In the wake of disturbing my eye off of him, we exited my garage peacefully. The distance there we were listening to Taylor Swift's new collection called Red. It was alright however I'm not by any means a Taylor Swift fan.
We finally arrive there and I instantly spotted the officer that brought me home. I go up to her and I can tell she recognized me.
"What can I do for you, Ms. Fall?" She acknowledged me, putting a manila folder of papers under her arm.
"I want to confess." I told her and she nodded at me then she instructed me into a room.
"An detective will be with you in a sec." She tells me while sitting me down in a cold chair that was in a small dull looking room.
All the room had was a light hanging over the table and a glass where I saw two investigators gazing at me. Both of them were guys, one had blonde hair that looked like the color of hay bails and the other had jet black hair. The one with the jet black was smoking hot, considering that I think that every guy that's decent is good looking.
The investigator with the blonde hair comes into the room and sits down in the chair right in front of me.
"Hello Ms. Fall." He greeted me. "I'm Detective James and I will be asking the questions today." He told me. "Do you know the guy that kidnapped you?" He started with the first question.
"Yes." I answered.
"What's his name?" He asked after writing something on his notepad.
"Dylan Peters." I remember the time that Caleb called him by his last name.
"How do you know him?"
"From school." I told him.
"Do you having to know how old he is?"
"No, I don't." I put my head down.
"How precisely did Mr. Peters hurt you?" He posed the question that I was holding up to simply shoot me in the face. I took a deep breath and I sat up, ready to tell him everything that happened.
I tell him everything about the assault and a helpless tear rolls down my face I wipe it away before he notices. Everything I was tell him, he's writing down on a pad.
"Did he ever pull a knife on you?" He asked.
"Did he attempt to kill you?"
"Okay Ms. Fall, I think we got everything we need." James got up. "Thank you for your time." He shook my hand and I left.
I got out the room and Caleb was sitting in seats right alongside the entryway, bored out of his mind. He instantly stood up when he discovers me and we left the police station. I'm not going to lie, it wasn't all that bad. But the thing is that am I ready to tell my friends? Penelope and Violet deserve to know but then again I think it would be better if I didn't tell them. But I did snap at Violet today.
"Thank you." I said as Caleb pulls in my garage. I kiss him on his cheek and he starts blushing.
"I'm glad I can help," He tapped his fingers on the stirring wheel. "I'm here if you need me, Mary."
How sweet. I couldn't help but smile at his sweet comment especially at this point.
As I was getting out of the car, Caleb kinda tugged on my arm and kiss me on the lips. I rub and feel my lips after he kissed me then left the car.
I walk through the front door and my mother has a batch of her special brownies in her hands. I can smell the melt chocolate and the melt coconut oil which made my mouth water. My mother hands me a brownie and I shoved the entire thing in my mouth.
"Mary. That's not lady like." My mother barks at me.
"Sorry." I said with a mouthful of food.