Complications

Chapter 13

Ethan's POV:

I actually really don't have anything to do today.

My mom left for work about an hour ago. I guess it's just me, myself, and I today.

I walked downstairs and plowed onto the couch. We definitely need a new one, this thing is breaking down. In fact, on the other side of me, there is a sunken seat in the couch. Whenever I sit there, I feel like I'm going to get stuck inside of the couch.

I stared at the ceiling and sulked for a minute. Then I realized, why stare at the ceiling when we have an opening in the roof of the kitchen?

So I used all of my energy to pick myself up, trudge to the kitchen, and lay down on the floor. My mind went blank as I stared through the glass of the square chunk cut out of the ceiling.

I can feel the depression coming on again. There is no reason for me to be depressed, why is it coming back?

This happens every time. Whenever I get happy, my depression comes and ruins it. Every. Single. Time.

It's been almost 15 minutes of me just staring at the sky with a blank mind. That's when the sun rose above the glass and practically blinded me. I was forced to move away so I didn't lose my eye sight.

I'm practically blind anyways. I'm supposed to wear glasses, but I look like a dork in them, so I decided against it. I wear contact lenses now. I'm going to get laser eye surgery once I'm 18 so I don't even have to worry anymore.

I walked into my mom's office room. She has a sign on it that reads, "Mommy's work space/lounging area" I guess that's why she's in there all the time. Mommy's was in bold print, signaling that it was pretty much her room and not mine. I go in there all the time anyways.

I planted myself into her spinning desk chair. I twirled myself around and around and around until I felt like I was going to throw up. Then, I tried walking out the doorway but instead fell into the wall. This caused me to fall backwards onto the ground. I'm literally so bored you have no clue.

Heather's POV:

3:25pm.

Still thinking about life.

Not even Dance Moms can block out my thoughts.

I know, so many people have it way worse than me; but I overthink so much, it kills me inside.

One time, I cracked my skull open and thought that I was going to need a brain transplant to live. This was 2 years ago. I don't even think I've changed since then.

My thoughts were consuming me once more when my mom walked in the door, tears coming out full storm. "What is it?" I sat up.

"Get in the car," she said whilst walking into my closet and pulling out a carry on bag. "First pack some clothes."

"Why?"

She left the room without saying a word. What is happening? I think it has to do with dad, but I'm not sure.

I obliged to her orders and packed up my stuff. I rolled my bag out to the car and stuffed it inside the trunk. I ran back inside and swooped up my phone and charger. I grabbed a few books and a bag of hot cheetos.

I made my way to the passenger seat and set my stuff in the back seat. My mom emerged from the front door with tears streaming down her face. She threw all of her stuff in the trunk and slammed it shut. She set some food in the back seats and threw a pillow and blanket at me.

"Where are we going?"

No answer. All she did was turn the keys, back out of the driveway, and hit the road.

Not going to lie, I'm terrified.