Post by nicole on Apr 11, 2010 18:06:04 GMT -6
-- nicole aimee valentine. sophomore. modeling.
Rachel's hazel brown eyes were glued to the neon red numbers on her alarm clock. They read 1:15 a.m. and Rachel should have been asleep two hours ago. The sophomore groaned and flipped over to her back. Lately Rachel couldn't sleep. She would be up all night thinking about the events that had taken place and it would start eating away at her. Eventually she'd drift off to sleep but would be rudely awakened by her alarm clock telling her to get up for school. As a result her school work was a bit sloppy, and she wasn't focusing well from lack of sleep. Tonight was no different. It was a Friday night and she didn't have to go to school tomorrow, but she still needed sleep. She hadn't gotten a full night of rest in the longest time and her body needed it. Being medically depressed sucked, hard.
Yes- Rachel Lockwell was diagnosed with depression. After weeks of therapy and finally getting better she was told she was depressed. It was not hard to believe since Rachel had tried to kill herself, but it didn't make it suck any less. Now Rachel was on daily medications what screwed with her head and clearly made her stay up. Rachel sighed in frustration and threw the covers off her bare legs. As soon as her feet touched the floor she heard muffled noises coming from...somewhere. But where, exactly? Rachel looked around and heard them again. Outside. The brunette plodded over to her window and opened up the red curtain. Another noise. It sounded like a faint scream combined with something hard crashing into something else. She winced at the noise and looked across the way to the Ferro house. She couldn't see in Trey's window, but she knew the sound was coming from their house.
The brunette threw on her blue Los Angeles Dodgers sweatshirt over her pajama top and slid her tiny feet into a cozy pair of brown Uggs. She calmed herself for a moment and then opened the door to her room. She silently walked down the hall and then skulked down the steps. She didn't want to risk her parents hearing her. They had been so concerned about her lately, since she wasn't talking to them, that if they caught her sneaking out they'd keep her under house arrest for weeks. And they would not understand she was just going to see what happened. Rachel successfully made it down the stairs and out her front door. The cold grass crunched under her feet. It was December now and the first frost was long pass. The dew on the grass turned into gentle ice crystals that crunched as you walked on it. As she passed her house she looked down the path that separated her house from the Ferro's, and she was instantly taken back to that night. The night where Trey threw rocks at her window and confessed his love for her. The night where Rachel's life began spiraling down hill. Rachel was in love with Trey, but he was dating her best friend Tori. It made it so complicated that in the end Trey was left alone, with no memory of what had happened. Since then he had been filled in, but Rachel and he were friends now.
Rachel bit her lip and stared at the Ferro's front door as she approached it. Maybe she shouldn't have been her. It wasn't her place. She hadn't spoken to Trey, or Troy for that matter, in weeks and to show up randomly on their doorstep in the middle of the night didn't seem right. But she had to know. Plus, she knew she would have an even more difficult time sleeping with this on her mind. Rachel nodded to herself and gently knocked on the front door. As soon as the sound faded she silently cursed herself for knocking on the front door. How would she explain herself if Mr or Mrs.Ferro opened the door? She would have to say she was lost, or make up some excuse they probably wouldn't believe. But before she had time to think it through the door opened, and there stood Trey shirtless; clearly shocked to see her. As she was about to open her mouth he spoke and quickly grabbed a scarf. Rachel was puzzled and glared at her friend, seeing deep red marks on his chest and neck. "Oh my God," Rachel said, breathlessly. She walked into the house without asking and grabbed Trey's hand. "Trey...did someone beat you? What happened? I heard screams and...I rushed over here. Are you okay?" Rachel said, staring deep into his eyes.
Trey's eyes were Rachel's weak spot. Buried deep within them were the truth. Deep within was every single moment, every kiss, and every embrace they shared. She knew Trey still felt those feelings deep within his heart, just like Rachel did. Rachel had moved on a long time ago but that didn't mean Trey didn't hold a piece of her heart. He always would, and Rachel would always be concerned and looking after him. Trey was one of her closest friends, and to even think someone could have beaten him was a scary thought. Rachel turned around and shut the door quietly, and the two friends were standing in the dark. "Please, tell me what happened..." she pleaded, letting go of his hand. Something was really wrong; those were no ordinary cuts. If Trey was injuring himself it would have been on his legs, or arms, but not his neck. No one cut themselves there. The only thing she could think of was that someone had attacked him, and she wasn't going to leave until she found out exactly what happened.
jonathan. 15. eastern standard time.