unexpected

the diary pt 2

TW- DEPRESSION, HOPELESSNESS, SH SCARS

"You don't need to follow me around. I'm not gonna throw myself out the window." Addie rolled her eyes at her mother as she entered her bedroom for the first time in a week.

"I know," Amelia cringed at her daughter's words, flipping on the light switch. "just helping you get settled in."

"You've been through my room." The girl bluntly said as she looked around her room.

"We just wanted you to come home to a clean and organized space." Amelia defended; while her daughter was at the hospital, she spent most of the time in this room, beating herself up for not realizing what her daughter was going through. Unsure of what to do with her nervous energy, she cleaned up the empty bottles and dirty dishes, then washed the pile of dirty clothes, and organized the accumulation of stuff on the floor.

"Well, I liked it how it was."

"Babe, come on. It was practically unlivable."

"Wow, look at that." Addie pointed to the desk that she hadn't been able to see in months. "You took away my scissors; I can't even be trusted with a fucking pair of scissors."

"Addie.." Amelia sighed, trying to pull herself together.

"Get out! Just get out." The girl sobbed, launching herself on her bed.

"Amelia, are you okay?" Link had been standing outside the door listening to the exchange when his wife made her way out of the room.

"Do I look okay?"

"This is gonna take time. She's not going to be cured overnight. Recovery is a long process."

"I know." The woman nodded as tears stung in her eyes. "I just want to go back to when she was happy and so full of life."

"Me too." Link sighed, pulling his wife into a hug. "Me too."

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"Hey champ, we're all gonna watch a movie. Why don't you come down? We're gonna have popcorn; it's going to be extra buttery." Link stuck his head through his daughter's door, energetically tapping his fingers on the door frame.

"No thanks," Addie grumbled, throwing and catching a rubber band ball against her ceiling.

"Come on, it's gonna be awful, and we're gonna make fun of it the whole time." The father tried to persuade, knowing it was one of the things that got his daughter laughing till she hurt.

"No thanks."

"Do you wanna talk?" Link stepped further into the room and sat at the foot of his daughter's bed.

"No thanks."

"Champ, you can't keep everything bottled up."

"I don't want to fucking talk! I'm done talking; why can't everyone just leave me the hell alone?" Addison jumped up from her bed and opened the door for her father. He internally cringed. It was the first time he saw the scars on her legs. Reluctantly he got up and left the room, trying to keep himself together.

"Addie isn't gonna watch with us?" Anders sighed; he was walking out of his bedroom as he heard the yelling.

"She just needs a little time." Link mustered up a smile. "She'll be back to laughing with us in no time. Now let's go down and watch something with the others."

"No luck, huh?" The mother turned around on the couch to see the pair walking down the stairs together.

"It's her first night back; she just needs to readjust." The optimistic side of Link shone through.