My whole body froze. I couldn’t think or speak and my mind became a bowl of pudding. I didn’t think that was such a great idea but before I could grab the words from escaping my mouth, I agreed to it.

The conversation had ended. I hung up the phone and just stood there. It was done. I would have to see my mom come tomorrow morning. Could I handle it?

I woke up the next morning with sweat on my brow. My lungs hurt to breathe and I could feel my heart racing beneath my chest. I had had one of those dreams again. I called them prophecy dreams because they always seemed to come true. Although, only half the time they were accurate. This time I truly hope to God it wasn’t. In my dream, the master had returned with his evil witch of a sidekick, Isabella, and they killed Taylor right in front of me and I couldn’t save him. I felt tears form in my eyes. I vowed to myself that I WOULD N EVER let that happen for as long as I live! I couldn’t let anyone else down, and if the master and Isabella were still alive, this time I WILL find them and destroy them for good.

I wearily made myself get up on that gray morning and take a shower before my Aunt picked me up. My stomach turned over and over again as I nervously thought about all of the bad things that could happen if my mother saw me. What if she had a heart attack the moment she saw me step into the room? What if she still hates me? What if she really is going to die? No, stop it! I keep telling myself to stop beating me up, but sometimes I can’t help it. I fought back yet another urge to cry as I finished taking a shower and climbed out of the tub. I threw on my favorite pair of jeans and a tight purple shirt. Making sure my appearance was acceptable; I waited for my Aunt Cindy to arrive.

About an hour later I heard someone walk into the house and a car horn beep from outside. I walked out to the door passing my brother on my way.

He was still mad at me I guessed since he just went straight to his room and slammed the door. I rolled my eyes convincing myself that he was just being a butt and that was the way it usually was, but the truth tore my heart out. I knew he was still mad at me for always arguing with mom, but I told myself that it was just as much her fault as it was mine. Somehow, it was hard for me to believe that.

I looked down at the white tiles; the smell of old decaying people in sick hospital beds loomed in the air. Just the smell of this place made me nauseous. I walked alongside my Aunt until we reached my mothers room. That’s when it happened. My body. It shut down totally and my emotions just blew up. I saw her through the window, pale and sleeping very still. I couldn’t take this. She doesn’t want to see me. She hates me! I can’t do this! My heart beat out of its chest and I felt my body collapse as my legs decided to retreat. All I remember hearing was my name being called out by my Aunt as I ran out of the hospital.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I burst out of the main doorway. I took one deep breath of actual fresh air and just broke down inside. No, this was way too hard for me. I didn’t fell like hurting my mother any longer. I began my long lonely journey back home.

I plodded along the sidewalk. I looked down at the cement that seemed to just be a blur of gray putty beneath my feet. Some tears fell onto the ground and I rubbed my eyes with my shirt. I kept telling myself to stop crying, but sometimes even the slayer has to cry. Finally I made myself quit just as a car slowed down beside me on the road. I could feel myself getting in a bad mood so I didn’t want any crap at that moment. I looked over to see Isaac in the driver’s side of his car. Relieved, I tried to smile.

I nodded wearily pretending nothing had happened and got into his car.

He immediately looked at me therefore he probably could tell somehow that I wasn’t ok. Even though he was my friend I really didn’t want to tell him my problems. I didn’t know him that well. I wanted to talk to Taylor, but I just sat there quietly as he drove.

I knew that was coming. I guess my eyes must be red from the tears staining my face.

In a way he had a point. Taylor, Isaac, and Zac were the only friends I had made so far. That would change though because school would be starting soon.

I sort of laughed at the sweet and innocent part. That just proved that he obviously did not know me as well as he thought he did. I shook my head at him.

I laughed as he pulled up to my house.

Isaac sighed and then I caught on to why he was really frustrated.

I turned towards Isaac before getting out of the car. I wanted to laugh again. It was now clear to me that Isaac was jealous.

This time I laughed. His enviousness was entertaining.