The Paths We Choose

Chapter 7 (pov lisa)

I'm having a great time I wish I could stay. However, if I have a bad dream and wake everybody up, I couldn't risk the embarrassment,"Yeah, let's do it. I'll just give you clothes in the morning for school," Adora said with an excited expression. I looked at Liana's face; she loved the idea. I wonder if for once she would like to have a friend she could have a sleepover with. I haven't allowed that since my mom passed.

I don't want to be that person, the broken little girl who ruins everyone's fun. "I would love to stay the night, Adora," I heard Liana say, and after she said that, all the attention came to me like I was the deciding factor. "I'm a wild sleeper; I don't know if I would be able to share a bed," I said, but what I really meant is I have sleep terrors and will probably cry myself to sleep if I even manage to get any.

Adora looked at me and had a light bulb look on her face, "We have blow-up mattresses with the camping gear," of course, she would come up with a solution. Maybe if I slept away from the girls, it would be fine. "Alright" this is the last thing I want to do. Just say no. It's okay to say no.

"Okay, so there's a queen mattress and a twin." Well, I couldn't say no. I didn't want to be that girl. I wanted to strive for normalcy, but I was trying and failing every day. "Twin is fine," I said. I started to feel sick; I was feeling nervous about sleeping. I wanted to throw up. Why would he ask us to stay the night, I thought.

Nighttime came; the girls had been asleep for a few hours. I finally decided that I could do it; I could sleep. I was very tired, and my eyes began to close.

The image of me laughing appeared. I was in the car with friends, listening to music. "I'm telling you, it was more than a look; he held it for like 20 seconds," I was talking to a girl named Natalie. "Please, this is delusion at its finest," Liana's brutal honesty has always been one of her funniest traits. We all just started laughing, "Okay, guys, I'll see you tomorrow." They both had their goodbyes as I opened the house door. All the laughter and joys of the evening left me when I was met with the image of my mother. "Mom, mom, please mom, wake up mom," I hadn't cried yet. There's no way this is happening. It hasn't happened, I thought. But the image of my mother in my dad's office with a gun in her hand was a very clear sight. The tears hit me, and I let out a loud scream, "Momma, no!"