"Sit down"
Uh oh, mom is using her serious voice. Since the whole "don't want to go to school" thing this morning, I kind of expected this. I flop down on the couch next to her and wait.
"Kate, what is going on with you lately? I thought that you were doing better, but now... I don't know, it seems like you're going back."
He clamps his hand over my mouth. Mom looks at me expectantly waiting for some sort of explanation.
"Kate, talk to me."
I can't! Why can't you see what he's doing to me? I want to tell you, but... I just can't.
"She won't understand," he tells me.
This time he might be right.
Mom sighs, "Are you still taking your medicine?"
"Yes"
"Maybe we need to get you counseling. Do you think so?" Mom asks.
"You don't want to do that." he scoffs, "If you can't even talk to your mom, how are you ever going to talk to a stranger?"
As much as I hate to admit it, I agree with him about that. I have to talk Mom out of it.
"I'd rather not." I tell her, "it's probably just an off week."
I know that isn't true, but it's what she wants to hear.
"I hope so," mom says, "I was afraid it was coming back."
It is.
Wow! Third chapter already! This has been really good for me, but I would really like to know how you guys connect with this.
1. Have you experienced depression like this?
2. Does this help you understand friends who have depression better?
3. What else should I be including in this story?
Thanks for your help, your comments can help me make this story better! Happy Friday everyone.
Xoxo
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When You Come Back
Teen Fiction"I'm back" he whispered softly in my ear. I winced and tried to pull away, but it was too late. His strong arms wrapped me in a hug. Slowly my body relaxed and accepted his embrace. He was back.
