SPENCER’S POV

I can’t breathe.  I’m running, I don’t know where to but I can’t stay here.  I don’t know how far I’ve gone, or how long I’ve been gone, and I can’t find myself caring.  I lost you, I hate myself, I want to go home.  The night is warm, except a cool breeze that brings Goosebumps to my flesh.  How did all this happen?  How’d It all get so messed up.  While being lost in my thoughts my phone vibrated against my thigh, looking I saw Glen was calling me.

“Hello.” I said trying to sound normal. A mission I should never have tried to attempt.

“Hey, are you okay?  I kinda saw what happened at the party.  You want me to come get you?” Glen asked, actually being a big brother, which brought relief cause I couldn’t take anymore drama tonight.

“Yeah, please, I think I’m somewhere near the school.  Don’t tell mom alright?  Please?”  I asked letting tears fall freely now.

“I won’t, I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”  With that said Glen hung up, and I collapsed, lying on the cool pavement, a comfort to the burning sensation in my chest.  Finally I saw the car pull up and in a matter of minutes I was home, ignoring anyone who tried to talk to me on my way to my room.  I heard Glen getting the inquisition, but he held his ground telling them I hadn’t talked to him either.  This was one of those rare times where I loved him more than anyone in my family.

My bed, it looked so unwelcoming, the comforter and sheets strewn everywhere.  When I leaned in, the smell was different, not just the smell of my bed but the whole room.  I suddenly felt disgusting.  I was gone, my body was still in the room, but my mind was gone.  My music was turned up loud, as the clothes on my body were ripped off, leaving scratches as a reminder of the struggle.  My bed was stripped naked the sheets in a pile with my clothes.  I ran into the bathroom, where the water burned my skin, and the soap scrubbed it raw.  Looking in the mirror, seeing that face, the one that hurts the ones I love, I hated her.