𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒!! 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈𝐈 - 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, (𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞)!

emo warning btw (not the memory parts)

(my irl friend has the name of this story so im prepared for the worst)

Continuing... ⚠️

I sat down with them, feeling a little embarrassed.

Am I really going to make myself go through this cycle again?

If so... Let's just get it over with. Here we go again.

They were all looking at me, expecting me to say more of what I was trying to say.

"What about your mom..?" Emu asked in confusion. I sighed a little, and began to answer her question.

"Huff.... Can I really trust you guys with telling you about my mother?" I questioned.

"Yeah.. We won't tell anyone..!" Emu reassured me with a small smile.

"I guess so... Here we go already..." I muttered the last part under my breath.

"It's just that.. I live in sort of poor conditions.. Mother doesn't trust me as much, anymore. She doesn't like me making friends.. Since all my past friends have been nothing but horrible.. She also doesn't like me participating as much in clubs, or bands, such as this.. ..And it's all because she wants me to take care of her... So, uhm.." I trailed off, not finishing my sentence.

The mood was a little sad now.

Thats how it always gets whenever I tell people.. I seriously need to not trust people so easily, though..

I looked down at the table for a moment, then looked back up.

I felt this horrible pit in my stomach.

Everyone had stared at me, waiting for something to happen.

I've told several people in Shirakawa about the issues with my Mother after what had happened to my sister, and none have bothered to help... .. Maybe this city was different..? Maybe someone could actually help me get away from my Mother, here...

I guess I don't really mind telling them.

"What kind of family issues do you have..? It'd be easy to talk it out.. ..If.. If you don't want too, we understand.." Nene calmly reassured me..

I nodded, signaling that I want to talk it out.

"I just... Y'know.. I want to seperate from my Mother, and I never want to see her face again." I told them, quietly.

"I just wish people back in my town would've helped me when I begged for it. I don't want anything to do with my Mother."

This feels quite embarrassing to talk about.

"..Let it out. It would probably help.." Nene whispered, rubbing my back whilst being next to me.

"..Sometimes I just wonder if anyone ever cared.. Nobody ever bothered helping me with my Mother.. I try so hard to stay positive, despite knowing a lot of people don't really care for me.. Considering nobody had helped me when I had given them the chance.."

"I can't help but feel horrible, venting to more people.. Knowing you all probably cannot help.. .. Even if you can.. Even if it'd take small steps.... I wouldn't care."

I think in my situation, they're all helpless. But, they seem so genuinely nice to me.. Why wouldn't they help me..?

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