Just Friends. (A falling in love with my best friend story)

Prologue: Flashback

Genna's POV:

I had just come home from a walk, and I walked through the door to find a note on the counter. I opened it to see my mom's neat handwriting, saying "Had to rush to store quickly to buy something, will be home soon. Love you beautiful <3" I smiled. Since no one greeted me, dad must've still been out with the guys.

I loved my mom so much. So so much. She was one of those moms that was your best friend. She was rarely strict, and I honestly never heard her yell. 

I walked up to my room and decided to go on the internet for a while.

***

2 hours later, mom still hasn't gotten home from the store. I knew her to putz around, but this was ridiculous. I texted her asking her what was up and she didn't reply. I waited about ten more minutes before I decided to call her. No answer. I tried again. No answer.

Panic rose in my throat but I mentally told myself to calm down. She never used her phone while driving anyway. She was probably on her way home now.

Police sirens wailed past my house towards the direction of the grocery store and I jumped from my bed and ran downstairs and back out the door.

I ran down the street towards the grocery store and didn't stop running even when my chest threatened to burst. I finally got to a scene I'd never forget.

My mom's favorite bright blue punch bug was smashed into another car, and somehow on it's side. I screamed and ran towards the sight, along with a bunch of other people. What I saw would permanently be stuck in my mind for as long as I'll live. Policemen were carrying a stretcher covered with a white plastic sheet. Hanging over the side was a pale white hand, with two wedding rings on the ring finger and long nails covered in my favorite purple nail polish that I had put on them just last night.

I ran up and grabbed her hand and tried to stop them, saying she was fine. I remember arms grabbing me from behind pulling me away. I remember screaming "NO! NO! THAT'S MY MOM! YOU CAN'T TAKE HER! NOOO!"

***

I held the blade to my wrist. I needed my mom. And I wasn't going to wait fifty or so years before I got to see her again. Sorry dad.

I dug in and cried, trying to bleed to death. My door opened and I heard my dad yell in dispair. The razor was pulled from my hand and I fainted.

***

I woke up in a white room, an IV attached to my left hand. I turned my head slightly to the right to find a bright red sign on my window that read SEVERE MENTAL CASE. ONLY SPECIALIZED DOCTORS PERMITTED. I was in rehab. And mom wasn't there to bail me out.

I thrashed against the bars restraining me to the bed, trying to escape.

***

"Well Genevieve you're free to go. Please consider other options next time you feel sad. You'll be visiting a psychiatrist weekly."

My dad gently put a hand on my shoulder to lead me through the doors. I wouldn't look at him. I don't think I'd be able to for a long time. Nor would he be able to look at me, nor would I be able to look at myself.

I was a spitting image of mom.

***

"Really Genevieve? A nose piercing? A tattoo? Hair Dye? What the heck where you thinking?" My dad asked in an exasperated tone. He wasn't yelling, nor did he seem mad. Just confused.

"I looked too much like mom." I replied.

He didn't say anything after that.