"Annabelle? I'm being serious now, don't you dare do that again. Understood? Annabelle? Are you even listening?" I could almost see steam coming out of my raging mother's ears. Her fuming face held no emotion besides anger and disappointment.
I was caught, red-handed, trying to commit suicide. She just had to walk in. Ever since she got sick, we had not been getting along. I would be upset and she would get mad.
I honestly don't know what went wrong; one moment we're that happy family where the mother and daughter get along perfectly fine, and now it's a disaster.
Even before she got out of the hospital I was a mental wreck. Depression ruled my life and made my situation even worse.
Recently I have been trying to kill myself. I haven't felt the need to continue, there's nothing left to live for.
I looked up at the lady who was supposed to be my mother. She was still rambling on about how important it was to not keep these things to yourself.
I would never even think about telling my secrets and thoughts with her. I honestly don't know why she cares.
"I need to go." I blurt out, surprising both myself and her.
"Oh don't go all 'I need to go because I have other important things'. You will do no such--"
"No, I need to get away from here, far away."
