Depression Doesn't Mean Self Harm.

So I'm assuming this means war.

It had been a week since I left the hospital after not taking my meds. Anita came every day waiting for me to be able to leave the hospital and each day she had the angry mother look. It was eating me inside.

So today I'm leaving the hospital, on a Saturday. How great.

"You don't have to wheel me to the car, I'm steady enough to walk" I told Anita, ever since I hadn't taken my meds she's been making such a big fuss out of nothing.

"Well it's not an option for me to wheel you down, you should be grateful that your sitting while I'm the one struggling to push you"

"As I said before, I can walk all by myself" I scoffed at her clearly annoyed at her treating me like I'm crippled.

"Take the attitude and park it"

"Look Anita I'm sorry about what I did, I truly am it's killing me inside
The way your not really talking to me"

"And it was killing me inside when you didn't talk to me about not taking your medication"

"I'm sorry I didn't even know that you'd care that much"

Anita stopped pushing me and came to stand in front of me.

"Sophia I love you like you're my own blood, you can tell John and I anything".

I smiled grateful at Anita and leaned in to hug her. "Thanks mom"

I heard Anita gasp and she removed her arms from around my back and looked me in the eyes. "Did you just call me mom" she asked, I started laughing a bit "Like Rachel had said, no one deserves the title mom as much as you do"

Anita hugged me again but tightly this time and used the back of her had to wipe her tears aways.

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I was currently walking into the prison where my father was at to go and visit him. Anita and the rest had volunteered to come with me into the prison but I told them to wait for me in the car, I've got to fave him alone anyways it is the last time I'll be seeing and talking to him again.

I had went through the name, who your coming to see and all, I was even patted down like they do at the airport.

I walked into a room where men were wearing orange jumpsuits and talking to others wearing ordinary clothes that are not orange jumpsuits.

I saw my dad picking at his nails sitting at a table closest to the window. I pulled the chair from under the table and his neck snapped upwards.

"Hello my daughter, how are you" my dad said smirking

"Cut the crap Oliver, the only reason I'm here was to find out if you were at prison and it's about time someone caught you"

"Why's that Sophia, I treated you like a piece of gold"

"Actually Oliver, you treated me like a piece of dog crap probably even worse"

My dad didn't say anything, he was just looking at me.

"Look Oliver if you don't want to talk I'll just go" I said beginning to stand up.

"No!" Dad shouted "I mean don't go". I sat back into the chair and looked out the window.

"How's your mother I haven't seen her since I was sentenced" he asked

"You mean Anita?, why would she come to visit you"

"I mean my wife, not your fake mother"

"Well your wife is a stripper and my mother Anita is as real as they get"

"My wife is a stripper" my dad asked clearly confused.

"Wow Oliver, you never knew, actually you wouldn't technically call her a stripper since she can't even do that right"

"What do you mean" My dad put both his arms behind his back and continued to stare at me.

"Well she wasn't a good mother so what makes you think she'll be any good to be a stripper"

My dad just nodded his head while chewing his nails.

"Don't worry daughter, when I come out of jail both your mother and I will get back custody of you and Tony" he said glaring at me.

"And what makes you so sure? "

"Well, simple your life is better with a father like me who can train you properly and teach you sense"

"So you're telling me abusing me is training me, what kind of crazy ass lunatic are you"

"I'm your father, it runs in the blood"

"So you're telling me you and your wife are both related since you're both lunatics"

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you, coming home to more punish wouldn't be a great start"

"I'm never going back to you so you can go fuck yourself"

"Don't worry Sophia, you'll be home soon enough" my dad smirked at me and began to stand up signifying he was done.

I was really angry but I didn't want my temper to get the best of me. Before my dad was being taken away by the guards, I couldn't help but laugh.

"So I'm assuming that this means war" I laughed and stood up and left the room.

It'll be years before my dad comes out, but years fly.

The End

Hello my chocolate fudges, so this is the end of book 1, left on a cliff hanger I know.

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