//Olivia//
I pulled down the sleeves on my sweater before walking downstairs to face my parents. They both turned their concerned faces toward me as I walked into the living room and sat on the chair across from the couch were they were sitting quietly.
"Olivia we want to talk to you about maybe going to a support group." My dad said breaking the silence.
I got home from the hospital that morning because I had tried to kill myself. I took a whole bottle of pills and the doctor said it was a miracle that I even survived but sometimes I think of it more as a mistake.
"I'm fine. It won't happen again," I replied to my parents while looking down at my lap. I was too embarrassed to look them in the eye.
"Please go. Just try it once. There will be lots of other kids there who are going through the same things as you," my mom pleaded, barely able to hold back the tears.
"Mom," I said looking her in the eye this time, "I don't need to go."
"So you're not even going to try it?" My mom raised her tired voice at me and this time I could see tears rolling down her cheek and my dad rubbed her back to comfort her.
I hated to see her like that especially when it was because of something I did. I was their only daughter and I knew they didn't want to loose me.
After a long pause I finally replied, "Fine, mom, I'll go once."
"Thank you, sweetie. We're just doing this because we love you so much," my dad said in a shaky voice. I'd never seen my dad like this before. He rarely ever shows any emotion and now he's on the verge of tears. I couldn't believe this whole situation was even happening. What made it even worse is that it was all my fault.
"Okay, when is it?" I said slowly and quietly.
"Tomorrow evening, after school."
"Fine," I said as I stood up and walked back up to my room.
I stormed inside my room closing my door behind me, slumped onto my bed, and started crying. All of this was my fault. I felt terribly for causing my parents to feel this way and now I have to go to this stupid support group.
