Gone With the Wind

Depression Takes It's Place

It's been a whole week since my brother died, since the accident. I haven't left the house since. I would be either eating enough food to drown out my sorrow for a few hours, or passed out in my bed. my phone had calls from everyone i knew, even people i didn't know, telling me sorry about my loss. My boyfriend, Jeremy, had been continuously calling and texting me, he has been in Ohio with family for the month and would be home soon. I was surprised that the school even let him go considering his grades are well below standards. He didn't even know about my brother's death yet, and i had no effort to tell him. I open my phone and read the texts from him, eyes widening after each one.

"babe, why wont you text me?"

"we haven't talked in weeks"

"are you ignoring me"

"

maybe we need a break"

"I met someone, she actually returns my messages"

"wow, im so sorry, please ignore that last text"

"I love you...."

"im breaking up with you, we are done, i hate you"

After I finish reading the petty texts, I am to scared to listen to the voice mails, so I put my phone away. My mom offered to take me shopping and to have a girls day tomorrow to try to get me out of the house, but I declined. I was going to watch all seasons of Lost today and just lay in bed.

I got through two season before I hear the front door open. I knew my mom had left but I did not know where she had gone.

"Mom?" I call. No answer. Of course she would make me get up from my comfy bed and go all the way downstairs. My injuries aren't as bad as the were before so I was able to get down the stairs easier. Once I reach the lounge I see tons of shopping bags. When my mom is upset or depressed, she goes on shopping sprees with some of her rich friends.

"Mom, where are you" I call, my voice echoing through the house. I deeply sigh looking through the first bag I see. In blue cursive on the side of the bag says Hollister. I dig through to find mostly summer clothes; shorts, skirts, and t-shirts.

"Hey Delilah, one of my orders got canceled because the delivery truck broke down, I have to go pick it up, will you be okay home alone for a little longer" My mom says carrying more bags in setting them on the floor.

"We can go through the clothes and other things I bought you when I get home, okay, love you, bye!" She calls rushing out the door. I walk to the kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it with ice could water. I take out the pain killers from the cabinet, swallowing three before heading back up to my room. Once I reach the hallway I see a glimpse of something. I look over to see my brothers bedroom door open. I take small steps towards the door, pushing it open the rest of the way, exposing nothing but what it looked like before. Clean and organized. My brother loved keeping his room nice and orderly, most teenage guys probably lived in pig sties.

I excuse myself for being paranoid from watching a marathon of ghost hunters yesterday. I walk into my room and grab my guitar again, pulling up some chords for the song Safe by Britt Nichole. I softly strum it, getting a feel of the melody, Once im done I begin singing.

"Safe"

You keep tryin to get inside my head,

While I keep trying to lose the words you said

Can't you see I'm hangin by a thread,

To my life what I know, yeah I'm losing control and

Oh no, my walls are gonna break

So close, its more than I can take

I'm so tired of turning and running away

When love ju--st isn't safe

(your not safe, mmm-mm)

I'm strong enough, I've always told myself

I never want to need somebody else

But I've already fallen from that hill,

So I'm droppin that guard here's your chance at my heart and

Oh no, my walls are gonna break

So close, its more than I can take

I'm so tired of turning and running away

When love ju-st isn't

Everything you want, but its everything you need

Its not always happy endings but its hap-py in betweeen

Its taken so long, so long to finally see

The other isn't worth the risk

Oh no, my walls are gonna breeeaakk

Oh no, my walls are gonna break

So close, its more than I can take

So tired of turning and running away

When love ju-st isn't safe

Oh no, my walls are gonna break

So close, its more than I can take

So tired of turning and running away

When love just isn't safe

Your not safe

And that's okay

Knowing my mom wouldn't be home for awhile, I decide to order pizza. I dial the memorized number, thinking what to order.

"Hi this is Summer thanks for calling the Pizza Palace, may I take your order?" A perky and over enthuastic voice bubbled through the phone.

"Just one large supreme pizza please" I order, i also give her my address for them to deliver.

"Okay well we are sending our best driver over, his name is Jeremy."

"No I-..." I was cut off by the dial tone. I had no idea that he was home and I already knew that tonight wasn't going to end well.

NOT EDITED SORRY