AshleyDonovan: I'm glad that you don't hate me and have decided to read the new version. I've been working on this chapter for a few hours so I could early update. Santana re-meeting will happen next chapter. Or kind of this chapter, but not really.
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It's Tuesday. I have to go to school soon, but I'm still laying in my bed. Chloe hasn't come back. She didn't help me with my homework, talk to me, or say goodnight to me. I haven't seen her at all; she's really not coming back. But why?
I can already feel the tears forming in my eyes again. I don't understand why she left me. We're best friends. I don't know why everyone started saying those things, but we could have figured it out. But now we can't. I'm alone.
My door creaks open slowly, but I don't remove my eyes from the ceiling.
"Britty," Jackie says, "Mommy says you need to get up."
I don't want to get up; I want to wake up from this nightmare. I want to wake up and have Chloe tell me everything is okay. There's a dip in my bed and I glance down to see Jackie crawling towards me.
"Britty." Her voice is lower this time. Softer. "What's wrong?"
I sniff. "I don't understand." Jackie crawls up more and lays next to me.
"Is it about Chloe? She still hasn't come back?" she asks. I sniff and close my eyes to prevent the tears from falling. I nod my head.
"Don't worry," she says. "It'll be alright." Jackie is really smart for her age. I'm pretty sure she is even smarter than me. Chloe always said she is smart, so that means she has to be.
"Daddy is downstairs. And mommy made pancakes," she says.
After a few minutes of silence, I finally get dressed and follow her downstairs.
One Year Later
When Chloe left, my meetings with Mrs. Kates ended. She works at my school though, so of course I still talk to her once in awhile. Instead, she recommended someone to my parents for me to see. I've been seeing a therapist ever since then. Ms. Pillsbury. She's a lot different than Mrs. Kates, but she's nice like Mrs. Kates is. I see her everyday after school, and every other weekend after lunch. That's where I'm headed now. We use the conference room at school and on the weekend she comes to my house.
Suddenly I see a flash in front of me, causing me to stumble backwards. I regain my balance and look around, but I don't see anything. I scan the hallway and see the door swinging slightly. I shake my head and continue to the conference room.
"Hello Brittany," Ms. Pillsbury greets, looking up from the table where she has organized all her paperwork like she does everyday.
I close the door and take a seat opposite of her. "Hi," I say.
She smiles at me. "How are you doing today?"
"Not too bad," I tell her. "Cynthia was sort of mean, and someone almost knocked me over in the hallway just now, but other than that, it was good."
Worry flashes across her face. "Do I need to have a talk with Cynthia?"
I shake my head quickly. "No. No, it was my fault. No big deal."
She nods slowly. "Would you like to talk about your grades today? Your father was informed that you still aren't doing too well."
I sigh and look at my lap. "No."
I try to do my best, but homework is confusing. Without Chloe helping me, I don't really understand anything. The teachers don't make any sense. Ms. Pillsbury offered to help find me a tutor, but I don't want anybody to help me; I can do it by myself. At least I'm passing.
"What would you like to talk about?"
I shrug. "Lindsey's having a sleepover this weekend."
We talk about the sleepover how my week has been for a while, and then I finally head home.
The worst part about Saturday sleepovers is having to wake up super early and go home because Lindsey's family has to go to church. My family doesn't go to church, so I always just go home and pass out again. But I guess hanging out with my friends is worth it.
"Where is your sleeping bag, Britt?" Lindsey asks. "Brittany," she corrects quickly. I don't let people call me that; I don't like it. That's what Chloe called me.
I look at her for a minute, and she gives me an apologetic smile. Then I remember she asked me something. I facepalm myself and say, "I'm sorry! I forgot again."
She sighs. "Brittany you've remembered it like.. twice... and we do this all the time. How can you forget?"
She's not really mad, she's just messing around. She always acts like this. I do forget it all the time.
"I dunno, I just done think about it," I say honestly.
She smiles and shakes her head. "Go get the covers..."
I smile and skip to the hallway closet to grab the covers I always use.
After setting up my covers in the living room, Cynthia and Lindsey walk in with snacks.
"Did you get dots?" I ask excitedly, trying to see what they have.
"Oh," Lindsey says. "I forgot you wanted them."
My smile falls slightly. "It's okay," I say, and then smile again. "What do you have?"
Cynthia sits in her sleeping bag and Lindsey puts the snacks on the ground before running off to get the games. I search over the food and grab a few Twizzlers.
We end up playing Uno and Cynthia keeps getting mad at me for playing wrong. It's not my fault they make games so confusing.
When It's my turn again I throw down a red card.
"Brittany...," Cynthia says in her annoyed voice. "You were supposed to put down a green card!"
"Why? I like red," I say.
Cynthia opens her mouth but Lindsey cuts her off. "It's the rules, Brittany."
"Maybe if you explain to her again, we can get through the game!" Cynthia says.
Lindsey rolls her eyes. "It's just a game, Cynthia."
"Yeah, a simple game!" Cynthia replies.
"Do you wanna just watch a movie?" Lindsey asks me.
I put my card down on the pile. "Sure."
Cynthia throws her cards down as Lindsey smiles and gets up and walks to the tv. I decide to put the game back since we'll have to anyways. When we forget and leave it on the floor, Lindsey's parents always get mad. I put the top on the box and take it to the game closet.
I start walking back to the living room, but I see something at the front door. Thinking it might be one of her cats, I walk to the front door. But I don't see muffins; I see a large guy standing there, facing the door. He turns around quickly, staring right at me. Before I know it, he's rushing forward. I yelp and jump out of the way.
"Brittany, are you okay?" Lindsey asks. "What happened?"
I open my eyes to see Lindsey looking at me with worried eyes. I look past her; no guy.
"I thought..." What happened? Who was that? Where did he go?
"Come back to the living room," Cynthia laughs. "The boogie-men won't hurt you in here."
You'd think that after having someone talk to you a certain way for so long, you'd get used to it. But I don't. She always talks to me like that, like I'm stupid or a silly little kid, but I always get the same bad feeling. Lindsey gestures for me to walk back to the living room. The three of us go back and I crawl under my covers and they get in their sleeping bags so we can watch the movie.
I glance at the clock. 10:30 P.M. I'm surprised Mom let me sleep this long. I guess I'm not that surprised though, because she always lets me sleep a little later after a Saturday sleepover. Except I don't usually sleep this late. I had nightmares that kept me awake almost all night though. I couldn't get that guy out of my mind.
I decide it's time to get up. I crawl out of bed and drag myself down the stairs. As I begin to pass the front door, I notice a woman standing there. She has a soft smile on her face. I wonder who that is? I send her a smile and walk to the kitchen.
"Someone's finally up," Daddy says.
"Morning Daddy," I say, giving him a hug. "Who's that by the door?"
His eyebrows furrow and he asks, "There's somebody by the door?"
I nod. "Yeah, some lady. She looks nice."
He gets up from his chair and starts walking towards the door. "I didn't even know someone was here."
I follow him to the door. The lady is still standing there. She smiles at us. Then I notice Daddy looking at me.
"I thought you said she was by the door?"
"She's right-" I catch a small glimpse of the woman before she's gone. "Uhm.."
Daddy ruffles my hair before putting an arm around me and leading me back to the kitchen. "Guess she didn't want to see us," he says.
I practically drag Ms. Pillsbury in when she gets here. We go into the living room. I've been waiting for her all day, I need to talk.
"Something on your mind?" She asks calmly, organizing her papers on the coffee table.
"A lot," I inform.
"Well, what is it?"
It's so difficult to explain. I'm seeing people and they keep fading? Some guy tried to attack me but disappeared? It doesn't make any sense. Somehow, I explain to her. I tell her about the guy first, how scared I got. I have to tell her about Cynthia, too, because that's important. It helps to talk to someone about that. But then back to the main issue, I tell her about the woman this morning.
Ms. Pillsbury is quiet for a moment.
"I think that maybe Cynthia's attitude toward you is really getting to you. This man must have been your imagination creating an attack toward you, which is what you feel Cynthia does."
I guess that makes sense. But the lady was nice.
"What about the lady?"
"She must represent the comfort and friendliness of being home," she replies quickly, like she had prepared the answer.
Instead of talking about the scary man and the nice lady, we change to my feelings and how I feel about the people in my life.
One Month Later
The people haven't stopped appearing and fading. A few even talked to me. But today was bad. There was a whole group, about twenty people, in the hallway after school. Instead of meeting Ms. Pillsbury, I ran home. So that's why I'm here, hiding in the safe covers of my bed. The familiar creak in my door sounds, but I don't look, I just wait. The covers tug up and Jackie appears. She crawls next to me and lets the cover fall beside her so we're both hidden in the covers. She tucks the covers under her leg like I've done on the other side. We're quiet for a moment, but then she speaks.
"Did it happen again?" she asks.
"There was so many," I say.
She rests her body against mine. "Are you okay?"
I shrug. "I guess."
She wraps her small arms around me and I let my eyes close.
I got in trouble for not going to see Ms. Pillsbury yesterday. Well, I guess I really didn't get in trouble, but everyone got mad at me, and that's punishment enough. I didn't tell her about the people; I never tell her anymore. The second time I told her, she told Mom and Daddy, which I'm pretty sure she wasn't supposed to do. She's not supposed to tell people what I say, but she did. We had another talk, plus a talk from Ms. Pillsbury, so I stopped telling her about them. Jackie is the only one that knows.
I just finished talking to Ms. Pillsbury, so I'm headed home. I don't feel like talking to her sometimes, but I have to go anyways, even if I don't say very much. As I walk around the corner, I hear something. I stop. Someone crying? I look around and finally spot someone. A girl. She has dark hair and she's curled into herself behind the slide at the small park. I start walking again, a little faster than before, and make my way up to her.
"Are you okay?" I ask softly.
She jumps a little and looks up. She meets my eyes briefly, and then looks around as if she's trying to figure out who I'm talking to.
"I'm talking to you," I tell her. She looks back up and our eyes meet. Her face is stained with tears.
"You can see me?" Her voice is just above a whisper and I barely understand.
"Of course I can," I confirm. She smiles.
We start talking and before I know it, I see Daddy fast-walking towards me.
"Brittany!" His voice is laced with concern.
"That's my Daddy," I inform the girl.
"Oh my gosh, why didn't you come home?" He asks, stopping in front of us. "We have been so worried!"
I look down. "I'm sorry Daddy. We started talking and I forgot..."
"We?" He questions.
"Me and..." I pause, looking at the girl.
"Sara," she says.
"Me and Sara," I say, pointing to her.
His face scrunches. "There's nobody else here, Brittany."
No. Not again. No, please no. I turn back to Sara. She fades away. I stand up and begin to shake my head.
"She must have left."
Three Years Later
Ms. Pillsbury's phone goes off. She excuses herself and comes back a few minutes later.
"I'm sorry, Brittany," she says, "but I am going to have to leave a little early today."
"Okay," I say. I didn't feel like talking anyways.
So she leaves, and I head home. I get about half way home when I notice a white cat walking towards me. I slow down, and it speeds up. I stop, and the cat stands in front of me. I squat down and start petting it.
"Will you tell my wife that it wasn't her fault?" a female voice sounds. "She can't control drunk drivers." I smile sadly at the cat. After getting a name and an address, I get started on the letter.
My system works. Jackie helped me come up with it. People look at you weird when you start talking to someone they can't see, so we made conditions: come to me as a cat. And it works. People talk to animals all the time; I love talking to Lord Tubbington. It's kind of weird to have to talk to people when they are him though.
I buy an envelope and a stamp, fill it out, and send the letter off. Maybe I can go home now.
I don't even get as far as I did last time when I have to stop. A big furry dog stands in front of me.
"So it's the famous girl..."
My eyes widen. "You're not a cat!"
A deep laugh sounds. "Oh... my bad." The dog gets closer. "So you think you're so good, huh? Helping get a message back to their families.."
I shake my head. "I'm not talking to you."
I try to step away, but the dog jumps in front of me and growls. I back away, and it lunges. I jump away, but trip over my feet. The dog walks up beside me. It starts laughing. I jump up and run.
Five Months Later
"Get back here you little bitch!"
I need to start taking a new way home. I didn't get very far when this dog pounced on me. I hate when this happens.
The dog gets closer, and I run faster. Why does this always happen? I never thought I could run so fast. Important fact: fear makes you run faster.
I swing my door open and run in. I turn around and close it as fast as lightening. There's a few scratches on the door as I try to calm myself.
"Brittany?"
I jump and turn around.
"Are you okay?" Jackie asks.
I take a deep breath. "Yeah..another dog.."
She frowns.
I've been sitting in my living room with Ms. Pillsbury for about ten minutes in silence. All I can think about is the dogs.
"What is on your mind, Brittany?" Mrs. Pillsbury asks.
I shake my head.
"You can tell me."
"It's just so scary." I clasp my hand over my mouth as soon as the words leave.
"What is?" she asks calmly.
I shake my head again.
"You think you can just run in your house and get rid of me?" I jump up and spin around. A man with a smug grin looks straight at me. I back up.
"Please," I beg. "Don't hurt me."
"Brittany?" Ms. Pillsbury says.
Suddenly, he is right in front of me. I let out a yelp and run for the kitchen. He follows.
"Please," I beg, crouching into the cabinets. Ms. Pillsbury stands in the doorway, watching me with alarm. Daddy appears next to her. I hear them talking, but I can't concentrate on what they're saying because I'm too busy with the crazy guy coming after me.
"Britty!"
My eyes open, the guy fades, and Jackie appears in front of me.
"Calm down," Jackie whispers.
I wake up in a hospital room. I don't know how I got here. Jackie's sitting in Mom's lap and they're both asleep. I turn my head to see Daddy. He's awake.
"Daddy..."
"Oh, sweetheart," he says.
"What's going on?"
"Do you remember what happened?" he asks. "Back at home?"
I nod. How could I forget that? What I want to know is what happened after.
"Well, Ms. Pillsbury thought we ought to bring you here..." He takes a deep breath. "She's recommended a place called New Directions."
Daddy explains to me, explains that I'm going to a crazy home. A place for crazy kids. That I'm crazy. He doesn't say that last part, but if I'm going to a crazy home, I am.
When Mom and Daddy go to fill out some paperwork, I am left alone with Jackie.
"What happened?" she asks.
"He came out of the dog, I guess. Then he came in and came after me."
She looks so sad. They all did. Why did I have to cause all of this?
"I'm so sorry. I tried to help..."
"I know," I cut her off.
After sleeping until about twelve in the afternoon, I spend a few hours talking to different doctors and getting about a million different tests done. I feel exhausted. It seems like I barely finished getting the tests done when it's time to leave. Leave so I can be taken away.
After sitting in the car with Mom and Daddy, the car stops. They didn't want Jackie to come, so I had to sit in the backseat by myself. I guess we wouldn't have talked much anyways. My mind is too fuzzy.
Daddy opens my door and we start walking the path to the front door of a huge Victorian house. The door opens and two women walk out. The one with white hair greets me with a smile and leads us inside.; the taller, gray haired one just sort of watches me and follows us inside. We stand in the big entry and the women talk to my parents. I look around, trying to take in my surroundings through my fuzzy vision. My eyes stop at the stairs, and slowly trail up. My eyes meet brown, but way too soon they are gone.
I know a lot of you are upset with me, and I understand, and am very sorry. I really do hope that you will enjoy this re-written version and it can make up for it. I'm thinking about trying to early update a bit so we can get back into Brittana. Would you guys like to see some Santana's POV again?
So.. is it still going good? Am I making up for it yet? What did you think?
Fuck, you guys. Just.. fuck. I don't know what to do.
