Depression/ anxiety one shots

Bye to all of me tw⚠️ listed below

TRIGGERING- SH/ED/ THROWING UP/ ABUSE
LESS OF A COMFORT STORY AND MORE OF JUST A STORY

"Jessica. I don't get it. I'm nice, I'm so nice and I always am there to support you, but you insist it doesn't help and so you just cut even more!" My mother yelled at me.

" Please just stop mom." I said.

" No J, you're done. You're going to a new program today." She said sternly.

" I'm an adult. I don't have to do anything you say." I said not budging.

" Then move out by the end of the week. Those are your options. I'm done." She said.

I thought about it. I told myself no matter how bad I'd suffered, I would do everything I could to never be homeless, I just couldn't let myself be there, so I agreed.

" Okay, I'll go." I said.

" Thank you sweetie. Sign this now, okay." She said handing me a paper and a pen.

I signed and a few minutes later a woman burst through our front door and stared at me in the kitchen.

"  Jessica Lopez." The woman asked but mainly said.

" Yes, that's me. I go by J though." I said.

" You'll go by J when I say you can go by J." She said and I was shocked.

My mom handed me suitcases she apparently already had packed for me.

" Bye hunny." My mom said and waved and the woman demanded I follow her out to her car which I did.

I got in the car as she loaded my luggage.

" What are you doing in there!" She yelled.

" I'm sorry, do you want me on top of the car?" I said sarcastically.

" No. You sit in the backseat, and I don't wanna hear any of that sarcasm, understood?" She said.

" Yes." I said.

" Yes ma'am." She corrected me.

" Yes ma'am." I said and she nodded.

I moved to the backseat as she got in the drivers seat and drove off.

As we were driving she was silent until we hit the freeway. We had already been driving awhile. 

" Okay Jessica. I'm sure you have a lot of questions. Let me explain and I'll let you know when you can ask questions." She said.

" Okay." I said and she stared at me and I instantly corrected myself. "Yes ma'am."

" Much better." She said. " First things first, I need to know some answers from you. When was the last time you cut yourself?" She asked emotionless.

" It was about an hour ago ma'am." I said remembering this time to ma'am her.

" Well that is just unacceptable." She said and pulled over suddenly.

She got out and opened my door before placing her hands at my sweatshirt sleeves and sliding them up quickly. I had stacks of gauze taped down and the last layer was being bled through at the very moment.

" Put pressure on it with your hand. We will be to the house in 3 minutes. You'll be stitched up there." She said.

I did as I was told and put pressure on my forearm.

We arrived at this big house and she got out and opened my door, unbuckling me, and practically yanking me out of the car, forced me to my feet and told me to go to the door and go inside.