I see shapes

Chapter 4: Collapse

"I pretty much watched my family die. One by one the Sickness whipped them out, but it didn't get me. Lucky me, huh? I get to live with all my family dead. I sometimes wish it got me too. Ya know? 'Cause I miss my family so much."

"Thank you Steven... We feel your pain, you are in our parers." Mr.Collins said with a slight smile.

"I can't believe I'm here, ugh." I thought to myself.

I was at a "group thing-y" were you tell what your going through to make you feel better. Mom made me come because I wasn't leaving my room or eating very well after... After, Maney went.

"Okay, um, how about you Megan? Would you care to share with us?" Mr.Collins said with his long smile again that made everyone think happy thoughts.

"Uh, sure." I continued, "We'll, it's a long story. But it was my fault." I said starting to frown.

"Nothing is your fault, tell us, what happened?" Mr Collins said feeling sorry for me.

"Maney died, and it was my fault." My eyes were starting to water.

"Megan, listen, if you don't want to share it's okay, please, just understand. Nothing is ever anyone's fault." Mr Collins walked to the counter to grab tissues but I had already zoomed out if the room.

"I'm never coming here again." I thought to myself.

I ran outside and walked down the sidewalk. I didn't know were I was going, but it didn't matter to me.

"Mom should be here, talking about her feelings. It her daughter!" I thought as I started to run down the side walk.

I couldn't see anything, my eyes were filled with tears. Suddenly I couldn't move my legs anymore, I collapsed.

(Hours later)

I was roaming down the street, once again. Everything seemed still. All I could here was the street lights flickering.

"We're am I?" I thought. "Moms gonna kill me."

I reached into my backpack and pulled out a Hershey's chocolate bar. I sat at the nearest street bench by the sidewalk and sat. I decided I wouldn't get home tonight, I might as well go to sleep. I got out my coat and payed down putting the coat on top of me. I used my backpack as a pillow and started to fall asleep.
The next morning I woke to my mom pushing in my shoulder.

"Uh?" I said opening my eyes.

I was still on the bench, but my mom was there with 3 or 4 police officers.

"What in the world were you thinking? I was worried sick!" Mom said angrily.

I slowly sat up and got my things together. I stood up and herd a "skwooshy" noise down at my feet.

"Oh, my chocolate bar." I said lifting my foot reveling the awful smell of doo.

"Not a chocolate bar." I said whipping my foot on the grass. I got into the car with my mom,

"I've made a decision," my mom said as we were driving, "I'm going to send you to the

Troubled med-school for young adults fsacility."

"WHAT?!" I screamed, "YOU CANT SEND ME TO A THAT FUCKING FACILITY! THAT PLACE IS FOR LIKE, CRAZY PEOPLE!"

"No, it's not like that, it's for people who need to recover over a loss or tragedy, like you, you need to recover." She said looking slightly over at me..

"Why don't you go." I mumbled.

"What?" She said starting to get angry.

"Why can't YOU go?! Maney was your daughter and your acting like you never knew her! Why can't you go talk about what you feel about shit, or go to some damn facility for crazy people?!!" I was so angry I unlocked the door and jumped onto the grass out of the car.