Phone addict

Prologue

It was 2 in the afternoon and I was still laying in my bed, coughing like there was no tomorrow. I had my phone in hand, of course, and i was scrolling through tumbler when my mom came in, swiftly with some hot soup.

"I already told you mom-" I stopped to cough.."I'm fine!" It was a hard pass but it couldn't hurt to try.

"Mhm." She said with a hinge of sassiness. I watched as she slowly poured the soup in a bowl and gave me some hot water against it. Then she walked away but not before saying

"Get better okay?" I nodded.

Honestly though this wasent bad, i mean aside from the sudden temprature breakdowns and all this coughing and sneezing I was fine, even if there were a million tissues lined alongside my bed. After all if this was a small price i had to pay for my phone..why not?

The next day was a blur, I had woken up and stayed in bed for hours hoping that my mom would arrive any moment but she never did. In the end I gave up and decided to go check up on her and found her lying on the floor. Dead. Blood smeared all over the ground. Her eyes wide open and filled with fear, it was like my worst nightmare coming to life. How had I not noticed it? I obviously heard a gunshot at night but decided to ignore it, thinking it was just some sickos shooting a gun at night like they always do. I was wrong. I immediately dialled 911 as tears came flooding into my eyes. After some time they finally came in, and all I could do was helplessly watch as they put my mom in a stretcher. How could they? How in the whole damn world could they?

I froze as the whole world started to spin, as I gasped for breath because I wasn't able to breath, It felt like someone had buried me alive, like I was stuffed in a coffin with no escape, like-

"Emma, center yourself. Close your eyes and imagine being in a peaceful place-"

I did as instructed.

"Good, good. Now open them slowly-"

Hesitantly I opened my eyes and saw the woman in front of me. She had lip gloss on and a little bit of makeup. She didn't look a day over 20 and was now smiling at me.

"Great. Now name some of your worst pet peeves,"

I didn't feel like talking, at all, but decided to name some anyways.

"Okay um, people. Deaths. Guns." She nodded understandably.

"Okay now name something that you love,"

"My phone....and my mom...."

I watched as the woman's face fell with grieve. She was upset. Maybe.

"Okay, um, close your eyes and while breathing in and out imagine your in your happy space. Imagine a place where you can live the happiest life ever. Now imagine living there. Play out your whole life and maybe, just maybe, you'll come to realize that life has its ups and downs. That life can be exciting and sometimes a little bit scary but just know that everyone is with you throughout it. I'm with you, their with you-" she proceeded to point at all the other officers, "-And anyone else that you can think of. I know it's going to be tough for a while in your life but if you ever, ever need to talk with anyone I'll give you a card of a recommend therapist nearby. Tell your guardian about them and I'm sure that they'll approve. If they don't leave me a text and I'll handle it." She then pulled out 2 cards from her pocket, number 1 was for the therapist and number 2 was her card.

She left right after as I stuffed the cards in my pocket. No need for these. It was never going to be okay. They were all liars.

After a minute or two another police woman came in trying to comfort me but it was pointless. I would never be convinced.

I watched overhead as another officer came in, whispered something in the woman's ear and pulled out his walkie talkie, muttering something in it.

"Okay, so do you know if one of your relatives live here or....?" I nodded. There were plenty, my aunt, cousins, my uncle and aunt, my grandma and grandpa and...... my dad. I haven't talked to my dad since the divorce and i have no will whatsoever....honestly, he's just a selfish little jerk-

"So who would like to live with?" She asks, snapping me back reality.

"My cousins please" i say, my voice coming out in a whisper, silent almost. "No can do-" The male officer says suddenly, now looking at a tablet screen. I quietly watch as he starts reading A loud. Knowing what was coming. "'I Stacy Copeland would like Aiden Copeland to be my legal guardian incase something happens to my current one.'-" Of course.

"-I'm sorry kiddo, for whatever reason you wanted to go to your cousins I'm afraid that's not possible unless your dad did something illegal in which u have proof of...but for right now his records are clear." his voice fades out in the last sentence and i think he's actually sympathetic. Almost. "But I..." I didn't have proof. I know he did it but i didn't have proof. "I.." i want to tell them. I want to tell them everything but i stop. My body stops. It feels like everything becomes a blur and then i mumble out the first words i can think of "I'm scared" but ofcourse no one's around to hear them, everyone's gone and I'm left all alone for a few minutes. Only a few. The silence is then replaced by laughing. How come? This is supposed to be a crime scene not a show. I clench my fists together as the 2 officers enter the room. I Envy them, what a nice life they might be living while I'm out here...out in this pathetic world. I mange a laugh and walk ahead, afraid of what they might say next. " Follow me" Another officer comes up to me. I barely hear her. The sound of her talking is replaced by mom's, she's laughing as the breeze falls upon her face. I hold my breath for what feels like eternity and then clench my fists again, this time as tight as possible. Whoever did this is not going to get away this easy. I follow her towards the car and i get in. The lavender smell filled the air and it felt like everything was going to be fine for a minute. Just one. The driver started the engine and the car screeched until it finally turned on. The roads rolled past as everything turned into a blur. Off we went. Into my despair.