My Smosh Dream Come True (Book 2) [Completed]

Coming Home

Home. It felt better than anything. I ran up to my mother and gave her the biggest hug ever. I was happy to see her face.

"I really missed you mom," I said still hugging her.

"You too sweetie," she said hugging me back.

"Where's dad?" I was confused.

"He's still at work. Rachael!" mom yelled and walked toward her. She gave her a hug which I could tell she didn't like. Rachael's always hated hugs. I never knew why. Rachael still seemed pretty upset about Anthony and Ian. I couldn't blame her, I was still upset too.

I took my bags up to my room and immediately started crying. My walls were covered with pictures of Ian and Anthony. Great, now every time I looked in my room I would be upset. The only thing to do was take down all the pictures, which was not an option. I spent years printing and collecting those pictures. I wasn't just going to rip them down like they were nothing. I sat down on my bed on continued crying. My mom came in and sat next to me.

"Rachael told me everything. I'm so sorry honey," my mom said trying to comfort me. I told her I just want to be left alone. I sat in my room for days. My mom and dad brought me breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I never ate a single bite. I didn't have an appetite for food. I had an appetite for Ian and Anthony. All of my friends came over almost every day. I never said anything. I just stared at the wall. I wouldn't even talk to Rachael. I didn't even sleep. I couldn't I would just have dreams of Ian. There was no point of sleeping. No point of doing anything. Fuck my life.