Second Option

1

I looked at that bitch's messages, where she begged for a chance and apologized. And him? Nothing. He betrayed me and just left.

I looked away from the phone when someone entered the room.

It was a man dressed in a black shirt and black pants.

-Who are you? - I asked, staring at the uninvited guest.

-Me? - he pointed to himself with his hand. - I'm the psychologist. I came to talk.

He approached slowly, and I was certain I didn't want to talk to anyone.

-Sorry, but I won't tell you anything.

-You don't have to. As a psychologist, I'm trained to read people's attitudes. So believe me, you don't have to say anything.

-That's great. - I muttered under my breath and started looking at my phone again.

-Why did you do it?

No answer.

-How are you feeling?

No answer.

-You know I'm here to help you? - I looked at him for a second, then back at my phone. - You know I'm not just going to leave?

And just as I wanted to answer him, someone entered the room.

-Good morning, who are you? - asked my mother as she immediately entered the room.

-Good morning, I'm the psycho... - my mother interrupted him at once.

-The what? My daughter doesn't need any... - this time, my mother was interrupted.

-Your daughter has just had her 4th suicide attempt this year. So please leave and let me talk to her.

I wanted to laugh at the term "talk," because what was happening was hard to call a conversation.

-Can I go now. - I said, looking at the guy.

-You heard him, we're leaving now. - my mother said, grabbing my wrist, which made me wince because it hurt.

-Please let her go. - I almost shouted, standing up.

Not wanting to listen to the argument, I got out of bed.

-Thank you for the conversation. - I said as I was pulled out of the room.

Moments later, I was sitting in the back seat of the car.

-There's something important.

-I'm listening.

-Today, when we get there, you'll have to pack.

-Okay. - I didn't even care why, because knowing my parents, they wouldn't tell me.

-Aren't you going to ask why we're moving to the other end of the state?

-No.

-You should. Your brother got an offer from a team where... - and at that moment, I stopped listening.

I was already fed up with my brother being the best. My brother was always more important. They did everything for him, and for me? For me, they were stingy even to pay for my hobby, martial arts, because it was too much. But moving for their son? Of course.

I wasn't even surprised that she didn't ask why I did it. Almost every time, I heard that I was wasting their time.

Later that day, I was on a plane. It turned out that Mom and I were flying alone since Dad and my brother had already flown out on the day of my attempt.

While I was on the plane, I got a message from Lucas, that bastard. And it turned out he also wrote, apologizing, saying he didn't mean to cheat on me. But I no longer believed a word he said. Not wanting to read his lies, I just blocked him everywhere I could.

We landed around 4 a.m., and it turned out we'd be living near Rochester.

As we drove up to our new house, I noticed right away it would be a pleasant neighborhood. But I preferred not to get my hopes up only to be disappointed.

-Listen, today you're going to go to school to handle the paperwork so you can start normally tomorrow. - she said as she stopped in front of the house.

The house was actually nice. What I was really happy about was that it was two stories, so I hoped I'd have my own room. In the driveway was a basketball hoop on a special surface. But was I surprised? No.

When I entered the house, light colors dominated the interior. As soon as I walked in, I noticed the dining room and living room, but I was so exhausted that I wanted to go straight to my room.

-Where's my room? - I asked my mother as she walked into the foyer.

-Come, I'll show you, just be quiet, they're sleeping. - I nodded.

-Mhm.

I walked slowly behind her. I noticed that there were frames with my brother's medals and trophies hanging on the stairs. And mine? They were left at home because they were "too heavy."

When we reached the second floor, it was dark, but still felt cozy. We passed some doors, which I'd probably check out tomorrow. Finally, at the end of the hallway, we stopped in front of a door.

Mom opened it for me, gave me a kiss on the forehead, and left.

As soon as I walked in, I looked around my new room. It was also in white tones, and really the only things in it were an empty desk, a wardrobe, and a dresser. In the right corner of the room was a double bed. The only thing that made me happy was the balcony. The moment I saw it, I ran over and opened the door.

When I stepped out onto it, I saw a view of my yard and the forest. Well, a mini forest, but it looked nice, at least. In the yard, I noticed a wooden gazebo, and next to it, a large pool. The kind I'd always dreamed of.

Just the thought made me smile. Maybe there would be some upsides to this move. When I came back into the room, I noticed another door. I guessed it was the bathroom. When I opened it, I wasn't surprised to find a bathroom there. It was actually quite big, with a nice, large tub, a sink, and a toilet. Everything was in pleasant shades of white.

When I went to the sink to wash my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror and got scared. Honestly, I looked terrible, really terrible. My usually pale skin was now unhealthily white. The dark circles under my eyes, which had been subtle, were now much more visible. My once golden, long hair looked as if pure oil had been poured over it.

Not wanting to look at myself any longer, I went straight to bed. When I lay down and covered myself with the blanket, I felt a little safer.

My body was so exhausted that I fell asleep almost immediately.