Chapter 1.
Cassie's POV
"Cassie" My mom scream from downstairs. I roll my eyes and and take out my airpods.
"Yes?" I yell back already knowing what she was going to say.
"It's time for dinner" I sigh in frustration. Sometimes my mom can be really aggravating. I just roll my eyes and put my airpods back in. I'm not really one for eating. I haven't been for a long time now actually. You see, I'm very depressed and have major anxiety. I barely even eat 3 times a week. I know, It's sad but something happened in my life that i'm not quite ready to share yet.
"Cassie?" I faintly hear over my music. I look up to see my mom standing in the doorway. I pause my music, take my airpods out and give her my undivided attention.
"Listen sweetheart, I know you don't like to eat but whatever the hell your doing is unhealthy, your unhealthy. I've been letting this slip through my fingers for way too long. You need to get your ass up and eat something before you actually get sick!" My mom yelled. I could hear the tears coming from from a mile away. "I'm gonna fix this. I promise. I have to. I'll do whatever it takes to help you. You just have to communicate with me hunny, that's all I ask. Please."
"I need to know what's bothering you. Why are you like this? I need to know who or what broke you so much, who turned your whole life around. You used to be so bubbly and happy. Now your all depressed and gloomy." She came from the doorways and sat on my bed. She looked me in the eyes, telling me to explain my story. Tears were running out her eyes. It was sad seeing her like this. My mom was like my best friend. I told her everything. Well, that was before the "incident" Maybe if I told her what happened, she could help me? I feel as if I tell her, than it will break her too.
I bite my lip while staring directly into her eyes. "Do you really wanna know?" I ask her.
"Of Course honey. I wanna know every single detail. I want to be able to help you, fix you. I want my daughter back and I'll do everything I can to get her back" She said. I shoot her a look. I really don't think she's ready for this at all.
"That's the thing mom" I whisper, voice trembling. I look down in my lap, finding it very interesting at the moment.
"What?" She asks confused.
"I really don't think you can mom." I whisper.
"Well atleast I can try. Which is better than nothing. Start from the beginning sweetheart." My mom said. I look up from my lap and into my mothers teary eyes. Then I look at my mother's hand on my thigh. Realizing I missed our connection.
"Last year. Last year is when it all started. I was just walking to class when a football came barreling at me. It hit me right on the side of my shoulder causing me to drop all my things. I bent down to pick it up when I was shoved to the ground by the same guy who threw the football. At first I was just down right confused but I brushed it off. After that, every day I would get occasional glances or a hit on the shoulder or a rude comment just from that one football player. This just caused me mild depression, but after 4 months he just, stopped. I thought that maybe it was all over. He hadn't done anything for almost a whole week. Turn out, he was just waiting for me to build up my confidence level just so he could tear it all down in less that an hour. On Friday, I put all my things in my backpack, grabbed my keys and walked out of the school building. While walking to my car, I came to a sudden stop. Somebody grabbed my arm and dragged me down to an alleyway that separates one high school building from another." I said. Voice terribly trembling. Teary eyes finally letting the tears fall.
"I couldn't see a thing. Then suddenly I was slammed into a wall. My head was aching. Then some light shined through a c***k and I could just barely make out who it was. It was that same damn football player. Then he um... um, he did somethings I rather not say." I said, having troubles trying to say the last part. Just thinking about what happened made me cry even harder. I was scarred. I never told anybody about this but it felt really good to let it all out. I looked up at my mom, I could tell she already knew what I meant judging by the look on her face. She had her hand covering her mouth. Her sobs muffled and the look of worry and guilt took over her features.
"I couldn't stop him mom. I tried. I swear I tried. I was just too weak and I hate myself for it" I sobbed.
"No honey. You can't blame yourself for something you didn't do. It's not your fault. I'm so sorry." She said. Tears still rolling down her face but more controlled. She moved closer to me and pulled me in her arms. We hugged, none of us saying a word. The only things heard were my lound sniffles and her soft sniffles. After what seemed like hours, I sat up and pulled myself out of my moms arms.
"Ever since then I've gotten s**t for it from the whole school. I thought it would be fine this year since it's senior year but it still carried on. I still put up with everything today." I said. "And now you know the reason I'm like this." I say, happy knowing that i've told somebody.
"Cassie, come sit at the dinner table with me and we can discuss how to solve this problem, ok? How does that sound?" My mom asks. I just nod my head and follow her out of my room and down the stairs.
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Was this ok? I edited enough that I think it's a bit better than the first lol, No offence.
