Lydia Diaz was one of the sweetest girls you'd meet. and one of the happiest.
But, trauma changes people. trauma changes everyone.
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The hospital room door opens as me and Miles sit there. I've been here for almost 48 hours, I did end up having to bring Dad his truck back though. But other than that I've just been waiting for something to happen. Either Dahlia will wake up, or she won't. They hurt the poor baby bad.
"Lydia." Dad says from the doorway. I look over. "Come outside. Now." Dad says, standing beside him. Athena and Bobby are also with him. I stand up and walk over to them. We stand outside the room as Dad closes the door.
"I thought I told you not to stay here long." Athena says. "It hasn't been that long." I say. "So, two days isn't long?" Dad asks. "Not like long long.." I say. "Lydia, you need to stop doing so much for everyone. You need to take care of yourself." Dad says.
"I have been taking care of myself, Dad." I say. "Don't act like we can't see those eye bags, or the fact that you're pale." Athena says, concern floating in her brown eyes. "I'm fine. Really." I say. "Well, I'm glad you are. Because Christopher said that he feels like he isn't important to you." Dad says. My heart drops.
"What?" I say. "Yeah, he told me last night, and I quote, "I feel like she doesn't care about me. She's never around". That is freaking ridiculous. He's your brother and you're more worried about your little boyfriend!" Dad snaps. "You don't understand." I say.
"Understand what? That you're growing up. Yes, actually, I do, Lydia. But this is ridiculous. You need to start spending more time at home. You're running yourself ragged for your friends instead of caring about your family. This has to stop." Dad says.
"No, you don't understand the reason I run myself ragged. I keep myself busy because that's all I know! When Mom left, I had to pick up on chores. And then when we got sent to Grandma and Grandpa's, I had even more chores. It's exhausting! But it's all I know. It's all I've ever known if I'm going to be honest." I snap.
"That is not on me! It is not my fault your Mom left and it's not my fault I had to go back into the field." Dad says. "I never said it was!! I just want you to understand me instead of blaming me. You're not a dad anymore. You're a father." I say.
"Baby, he's just worried about you. We all are." Athena says. "I'm fine. There's nothing to be worried about. I don't want anyone picking apart my brain and trying to find the broken pieces. I know the broken pieces. I don't want to be diagnosed nor cured. I know that's not possible." I say.
"I just want to be understood." I add, looking down at the ground. "And you are, but like your dad said, you can't be running around for everyone anymore. You need to take care of yourself." Athena says.
"Look, I'll go home. But I'm not going to keep arguing. We're always arguing. I just want things to go back to the way they were, Dad." I say. Dad just nods, not saying anything.
He leads me through the hospital and back to the truck. He says bye to Athena and Bobby then we head home.
I don't like how I spoke to him. It was disrespectful. But I'm tired. I'm so tired of arguing with him. I just want it all to stop.
