Can't sleep in my own bed without feeling scared.
So I'm having a pretty bad day.
It all started last night.
I was talking to Stanley, mom says "Is that ____?"
"No mom, it's Stanley. ____ is too scared to call the house. Hell, he won't even call my cellphone!"
"hahaha do I need to call him and talk to him?"
"No mom! He feels weird around you! He doesn't want to talk to you!"
"hahahahah"
"You think it's funny that he won't even call my cellphone because he's too scared and weirded out by you?? I don't find it that funny mom!"
Slammed my door.
Not funny at all. Not one bit.
And don't bother asking who ____ is because I won't tell you. And it will only piss me off even more.
They know who they are and I just want to let them know that I'm sorry it has to be like that. And I'm a little to blame, so I'm trying to fix it.
Just give me some time.
Then I got off the phone, painted my toes, took a shower, got a text from my mom who is one room over that says "Love you" , layed in my bed, passed out the first 2 minutes of my movie.
2:30 in the morning-I hear this banging type of noise coming from my window. I was half asleep and I just figured it was hail.
Mom comes in, says my name and I didn't answer. I figured she would be asking me if I heard the storm outside.
So she says my name a few more times, I answered and she says to me "Britni did you unlock your window or sleep with it open?"
Now this is kind of an odd question considering I don't do either because I don't want freaks coming to my window at night while I'm sleeping. And she knows that.
"No mom, why?"
"Your window is open and your screen is off."
"What?!? Mom, what's going on??"
I start to freak out, cry a little, and wrap up in my blanket while my mom is locking my window.
"Where's Josh?"
(Josh spent the night)
"In the living room, why?"
"It might have been him."
We go out to the living room, lift up Josh's blankets and sure enough, he's not there.
While mom's looking around the apartment, I went to my room to get my cellphone.
It's not there.
"Oh my god mom where is my cellphone?!?"
Panic!
She calls it, Josh answers.
"Who the fuck is this?? Josh Sowden? Where the fuck are you?? Get your ass here right now!!"
So we're thinking Josh took my phone, and was trying to sneak back in the house.
Wrong.
Josh did sneak out, but he saw someone by my window, and he saw 3 guys with long hair hang out by a van across the parking lot and then take off toward the trailor court.
Must have been the same time mom saw them looking through my blinds and scared them off.
So mom and Josh go outside, by the van, by the trailor court, and even by the park. No one in sight. Then a guy with long hair comes walking from QT with a fountain drink in his hand, stands by the van door, sees my mom and Josh running to the van, and gets in.
I'm getting scared.
They come home, I call dad and ask him if mom should call the cops and if I can sleep there because I def don't want to sleep in my room, let alone, my house.
Mom walks me over there, I lay on the couch and fall asleep.
Mom comes to get me this morning. I put a sheet over my window and Josh and Mom put some wood making it even more difficult to break in.
So for all I know, there could be burglers in my house right now.
Kind of scary.
Then I come to school and get my year book for a whole-oh-period or so.
They had to take it back because the check bounced. So now I have to wait until my mom gives me $45.00 for my annual. Then I get it back.
Wheew.
Bad day.
Bad night.
Scared to go home from school.
<3 Britni