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***this is going to start with a trigger warning***

I can't...

I can't do this anymore...

I have to forget about it all...

I rush up the stairs and close the door to my bedroom behind me. I pull the small box from under my bed and pull out a small silver blade. I pull up my sleeve and run the smooth blade against my flesh causing warm red liquid to slowly pour out. I cut a few more times before I hear a gasp from behind me. Shit. My brother.

*trigger over*

"Alexis! Oh my god!"

"Oh my god... Um... D...Dylan... I...I.."

"Alexis why are you doing this? I...I have to tell m...mom..."

"No Dylan please don't-" he cuts me off.

""No Alexis... I have to tell mom... Because... I know you're not going to... And I don't want you getting hurt anymore..." And with that, he's gone. I try to call to him but he's already out the door, on his way to our moms work.

I rush to the bathroom and wash up, tears streaming down my face.

About 20 minutes later, my mom comes rushing through the door with my older brother walking behind her.

"Alexis Claire Elizabeth Morgan! Get your fat ass in the car! Now!" My mom orders. My brother has an apologetic look on his face and I avoid eye contact as I slip on my shoes and walk to the car.

Minutes later, my mom pulls into a  small brick building. My mom storms into the door with me and by brother following closely behind. We walk in and my mom talks to the woman sitting at the front desk. We head to a room and my mom pushes me in, her and my brother walking into what looks like a waiting room.

"Hello are you Alexis?" A different woman politely asks me.

I nod.

"Okay, follow me." I do as told and follow her into a small room. "Take a seat." I do, and sit on a small love seat, as she sits on a chair in front of me.

"Hi Alexis, I'm Dr. Osborne and I'm going to ask you a few questions about yourself and your family life. Okay?"

I nod.

"Okay." She starts. "What's it like at home? Who do you live with?"

"I live with my mom, and brother."

She jots something down on her clip bored.

"Okay. And if you don't mind me asking, why not your dad?"

I look down.

"My dad... Well... My mom divorced him about 3 years ago, when I was 15."

"Okay. Do you know why or..."

"Yeah... Um... Actually it's kinda because of me..." She nods telling me to continue. And I do. I tell it all. She then proceeds to ask me more questions about myself. And she made sure to mention the fact that my mom told her about my self harm.

After awhile of this, she leaves the room to discuss her "findings" with my mother. She comes back a minute to get me and we leave.

When we get home, I don't speak a word to my mom, or brother. I just walk up to my room and close the door behind me. Tears immediately start falling and I curl up in my bed and cry myself to sleep.

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I'm woken up the next morning by my mom yelling my name. I roll over to check my clock. 5:45am. I yawn and go to the kitchen where my mom is getting ready for work.

"Yeah mom?" I say followed by a yawn. She looks mad.

"I'm working late tonight."

"Okay." I was confused.

"I don't get off until 2am."

"Okay."

"I want you gone by the time I get home." She states dryly.

My jaw drops. "What?"

"You heard me... I don't want a broken child..."

"Mom... I don't understand why you're doing this... I-" she cuts me off.

"You've been diagnosed with having depression. You're broken. I don't want you anymore..."

My sadness turned into anger. "Mom. Even if you wanted to, you can't kick me out. I'm not 18 yet. I have no where to go."

"As of 12:00 tomorrow morning, you're 18. Your birthday. Remember?"

"So you're going to kick your daughter out on her own birthday?!"

"Bye sweetie!" And with saying that, she walks out the door. Never to be seeing her daughter again...

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Tell me what you think and don't forget to vote! This chapter was kind of an epilogue. Things will start to pick up next chapter.

-M

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