I stand in front of the mirror, tying my hair in a low bun, my body feeling exhausted.

I slept late last night, and I feel like something has been put on my shoulders. I want to sleep some more, but I know that I can not fall back to sleep. I feel fatigue, but I know that sleep is the last thing I will do.

I release a sigh as I look in the mirror, my little hips look good in the flared jeans, and my tank top also holds my boobs well. I giggle to myself, placing a hands on my hips while turning around, the jeans also compliment my little bum-bum. I feel good.

I grab my car keys and phone, my legs carrying me out of the room. I walk down the stairs, silently rapping the song mama by tupac.

My legs carry me out of the house, and towards the carpark where my car is. I smile when I finally open it, the familiar car scent welcoming me, I have not driven the car in a week or so, and I can not wait to drive it around.

I turn on the music after I drive passed the gate, my focus on the road. The song in da club comes on, and I sing the first part, since it is the only part I seem to know.

I can finally see the streetlights and cars, which tells me that I am finally in town, where there is a lot of traffic.

A sigh leaves my mouth as I park behind a big truck. One thing I hate about driving is the traffic, the traffic always gets to me, and it is the only thing that annoys me more than Hunter, and work.

My thoughts start wandering as I remember the conversation I had with Diego yesterday. The song mirror by justin timberlake, playing in the background.

Bianca and Eric arrived yesterday, and I have not gotten the chance to see any of them because Diego told me that he will call me later today. He said something about preparation and what not: and I did not want to ask him more than I can handle. I want to see what will happen, but seeing weapons will just make me curious and nervous. Nervous because weapons are scary, even though I have a pocket knife, it's small and not very big, it is my little baby. And curious because I would want to touch them, to see how much damage they can do. I would end up hurting everyone in the room, myself included.

I was also thinking of going back to therapy, and that is why I am out today. I was planning on going to my parents house, but they are out on a trip, so I will just go there later in the day. And I am also going to see one of my friends, which I have not done in a long time.

The truck that is in front of me starts moving forward, and I slowly start moving as well. I take a turn a few minutes later, driving towards the Mcdonald's driveway.

I wait for my turn to order, and when it comes, I order an Iced coffee and some Chicken McNuggets, with a Big Mac. I thank the waitress, and then I proceed to drive to my next destination, which is my friend Sam's house.

I have not seen Sam in a while, and even though I want to go back to where I came from, I still talk myself into going to her home.

My social life is next to non-existence, but Sam is the only one that has made effort into calling and texting me, even when I take days to reply.

Sam and I have known each other for eight plus years, and I am surprised that she actually still talks to me. She was the popular one amongst the group, and I was the one that was friendly but unpopular in the group. I did not want to be known, nor did I want to be popular. I had an extroverted personality, but I knew that not everyone would want to be my friend.

I picked my friends very carefully, and that is why I had less than five, two of which betrayed me. They both dated Eric behind my back, and Sam is the one that helped me notice, even though I chose to ignore the signs that she showed me. I was a very dumb individual.

I find Sam waiting for me outside her house, a smile forming on her lips as she sees me. I park my car on the driveway, quickly locking it, and running into her open arms.

"I missed you so much!" Sam shouts, suffocating me with how tight her hug is. I chuckle, tapping her shoulder, something I did whenever she hugged me tightly. Sam quickly releases me, but still keeps me at arms length, like those fake aunties from Daddy's side that I met once.

"I missed you too," I murmur, genuinely happy to see her. "How have you been?" I ask as she leads me towards her house.

"I've been good.... How are you?" She asks, opening the door. She leads me into the house, and I look around, admiring the beautiful home.

It looks luxurious, but homely, something I admire.

"I am fine," I reply, sitting on the comfortable sofa. "I love your house," I compliment offering her a smile, which she returns. I also hand her the plastic bags, which contain the food I brought.

"And I am happy that you are here.... I haven't seen you in months," Sam says with a whiny voice, making me giggle.

"I know, and that is why I came to see you.... My crazy ass missed you alot," I murmur, feeling sad.

I actually missed her, and all the moments we had. Diego's words actually made me come here, to a person that was and has always been with me. She is my ride or die, a person that never judges me, and a person that is always there to smack my head when I do something wrong.

"You will make me cry," She mutters, tears evident in her eyes. "Seeing you seems like a dream, you usually ghost me, and you telling me that you were coming made me clean the place up," We both laugh, knowing that her words are true.

"But seriously..... I even gave Stevie to Jack, so that we could have some girl time." Sam says. Stevie is her cat, and if I remember correctly, she got him a year ago.

"Tell me about him.... Stevie," I request, and she glady does, and I listen with a smile on my face.

Sam tells me stories about Stevie, and everything I missed in the last few months, including my other two friends leaving the country.

"Tell me what I missed in your life," Sam says with eagerness, making me freeze. "How have you been? How are you dealing with things nowadays?"

Her last sentence makes me panic a bit.

What should I even tell her? That I am still fighting voices? That my life is uneventful? That I usually feel like crying myself to sleep? That I am waiting for death?

"I..." I clear my throat, offering her a small smile as I finish chewing on my chicken nugget. "I have been alright, and my life has been uneventful," I reply, and I can see how unconvinced she looks.

"Alright." She stretches the word, making me believe that she is not convinced. I am proven right, when she continues to speak. "I don't believe you, but I want you to know that I will listen when you feel like opening up to me," I nod at her as she turns on the tv. I know that I will come around later on, I just know it.

She pauses on the show That's so Raven! And I turn to her, surprise on my face.

"You still remember my favorite show?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yes, now keep quiet and continue watching the show," she says making me roll my eyes. But the smile does not leave my face.

This day is going better than I expected, I just hope it stays this way.

AUTHOR'S NOTE.

I just remembered that I never showed Siara's private life, but I did say that she has friends in the beginning.

And if the story says two different things, tell me about it. I have a very bad memory 🙃

I really hope you liked the chapter.

Be safe and happy🤗