I finished packing my things just as my dad got here. Basically, things are not getting better at home with my mom. So I am being forced to leave the last of my best friends behind. The only people I have left. My dad thinks it will be a better idea for me to move in with him. Yep. All the way in Nova Scotia.
I have been fighting with depression and anxiety for the past 5 years. Well, I am 17 now. Things haven't changed. Im not good with goodbyes so my friends don't know I am leaving today. I know that sounds terrible but it is for the best.
"You ready to go?" My dad calls out. I don't say anything. I walk out of my bedroom with my luggage and my mom quickly wraps me in her arms.
I was angry. I didn't want to go. I will be alone. I just make my way out to the car. Not saying a word like usual.
It was a silent 2 hour drive to the airport. Not a word said. We waited another 2 hours for our flight, then a 3 hour flight to Halifax. Still. Not a word said. We landed, and went to pick up our luggage. An hour drive to the house, it was about 9:30 pm. I grab my things and walk inside.
"Are you hungry?" My dad asks. I ignore him and march to my room, slamming the door behind me. I slide down the door and start to cry. I don't know why I am still alive. I am a terrible person.
A/N: ok so bare with me cx I promise it will get better :P I am trying lol but yeah, feedback would be lovely c:
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Teen FictionThis is basically something that I think about everyday. So I am going to put it into a story c: Enjoy.
