Adopted by Mitch Grassi

Chapter 2: Problems

*Have* (This name is pronounced with a long A)
I am walking to the car with my new dad. The car looks exactly like the car my other parents had. I miss the smell of that car.

And my parents.

*Mitch*

Have has been very quiet since we started walking to the car.

I'm kinda worried, but I shouldn't be. I really hope that Have doesn't have the depression problem like I did, even though I wasn't in an orphanage. I was in my house.

My house had a lot of violence and it was terrible.

When we got back to the apartment Have had her head down and was just looking down at our shoes to know where she was going.

Now I am starting to worry. I want to know her story.
*Have*

I got out of the car and was thinking about how I killed my parents. Then I just chose not to talk. I wonder if they have a knife in their apartment.

I wanna go see my parents really bad. Tell them I'm sorry for playing the loud music.

I feel miserable.

*Mitch*

"Have, do you need something", I say as we're walking in to the apartment.

"Nope, I'm fine." She mumbles.

I don't believe her one bit.

"What do you want to do the rest of the day", I ask.

Have finds the bathroom right away. She walks in and locks the door.

I hear sobbing from the bathroom. Scott and I look at each other worried. I wanna go in there and comfort her.

"Should I knock on the door?" I ask Scott.

Scott says back, "Uh...Yeah. I'm not the father!!!"

"Wish me luck."

*Have*

I hear a knock on the door and I just realized that I walked into someone's bathroom without asking. I'm so dumb.

"Who is it?" I ask.

"Mitch."

"Coming."

Mitch quickly pulled me into a tight hug. It surprisingly was comforting.

He asked me, "Are you okay?"

"No....not really."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Yeah, sure."

We walk into the living room with Scott walking to his room quietly.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess its what people call a 'story'."

"What is your story?" I'm scared to tell him.

"Um...well my parents and I were in the car and I was playing a Pentatonix song really loud on my portable speaker and 2 seconds later my parents died. That's how I ended up in the stupid orphanage."

"I'm so sorry hunny." Mitch must really like hugging because I could barely breath for a second.

"Can I tell you something else? But, you might get really mad."

"Yes, please. I will never get mad."

"I-uh....I have depression."

*Mitch*

Oh-my-gosh. Just what I was afraid of. How am I supposed to deal with someone who has depression.

It was hard enough to deal with myself when I had depression.

This will be harder than I thought...

Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a little bit. Sorry this chapter is short. I wanna give a shoutout to my friend TearsOfFallenStars for telling me about my paragraph problem. Again, this is my first story so I'm truly sorry if this story is bad. Bye guys!!!
Luv Y'all. 😆