♡♥ Knife Pierced Heart ♥♡

Chapter 3 ♡

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It has been 2 months since Molly's death. Thankfully school ended more than a month a ago. It was hard for me to go back to school. I didn't talk to anybody, and thankfully the teachers let me be. They made me go to the guidance counselor a few times. I just nodded my head when they said I should go to a therapist. I don't need one, all I need is my sister back.

It's like my body is here, but my spirit is somewhere else. I'm just, different I guess.

My friends are here for me, but I ended our connection. I just don't care about anything. I don't text them or hangout with them anymore.

I broke up with my boyfriend two weeks after Molly died. I loved him, but it wasn't fair for him. He said he wasn't leaving, and that we could work it out. He kept coming to my house after I told him we were done, but after a few days of me not responding to him talking, he gave up. Eventually everyone does.

Everything has changed, nothing seems important.

I have spent these days either laying on Molly's bed staring at her ceiling, or lying on my bed staring at my ceiling. Every once in awhile I will watch a movie or something, but our beds are always calling me. I sleep alot. More than I probably should. I don't eat. I try too, but my stomach can't handle food. I lost a lot of weight. I am not anorexia skinny, but my stomach is caving in more than it is supposed too.

My mom doesn't care about me anymore, I am just a tenant or someone who stays upstairs all day. She is barely ever home, and I don't mind that. I find comfort being by myself.

I walk down the stairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water. Mom is sitting at the table eating an egg and some toast. She looks up from her food and stares at me.

"What?"

"Sit down." She pushed out the chair next to her. I hesitate, but take the seat she is offering. "I need to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I have been talking to your grandma, and we both think it would be good for you to move down with her for awhile."

"What do you mean I am moving!"

"I need some time of my own. I don't know how long, awhile I guess."

"Are you kidding me!! Why can't I just stay here! We don't even talk! It's like I am barely here anyways!"

"If you haven't noticed. We..." She pointed her finger vigorously between us. "Haven't been on the best of terms!!"

"You can't just do this! I can't just leave!"

"I am your mother and what I say goes. Are we clear!" Her voice was rising as her cheeks were flamming, and she was now standing up from her seat.

"You haven't been my 'mom' since Molly died." I said under my breath, but I guess that wasn't as low as I thought. It was like the wind knocked her out. Her eyes grew wide, and tears started pouring out. Great. So now I am the ultimate bad guy. She was the one sending me away.

Before I can even say an apology that I don't mean, she runs out of the kitchen and to her car. I hear her engine starting then the noise becomes vague as she speeds off our road.

She can not be serious about me moving with my gram who lives down in Georgia. Molly's death has been hard on both of us and has ruined our mother-daughter relationship, but I didn't think she hated me that much to ship me across America.

What I said is true though. She hasn't been a mother figure at all. She doesn't even look at me anymore. We only talk when necessary, and half the time she is either working or drinking. When she is drunk the truth about what she really thinks about me comes out. She hates me for killing her daughter, and she tells me it all the time.