Sensational

8

Five months later.

~Nina~

I finally got out of that hell hole of a mental institution. I had to get better, I had to do it. Not only for me, but for Diana and my mom. The whole time I was in there, it was an emotional roller coaster but that's okay. I learned to handle my feelings a bit better than before. I still feel like I'll relapse at home but as long as it doesn't get out of hand, I think I'll be good.

I waited near the front desk, waiting for my mom to arrive. I was so nervous, I haven't seen her in half a year. I missed her so much. I didn't know if she was mad or upset at me about all this, so I wasn't sure how seeing her again would go. It could be where she runs in and hugs me or it could be where she checks me out without saying a word and we leave. I hate not knowing, it gave me major anxiety. Thankfully, the doctors had me on Effexor which made me feel so much better than I should've felt.

My mom came through the doors and looked straight at me. She started crying, so I ran up and hugged her.

"I'm so glad you're better. I can't live without you." My mom said through sobs.

"I got better just for you, Mom. I love you so much." I said, rubbing her back as she cried. I loved the feeling of being near my mom again, it was the worst without her.

She finished crying and quickly signed me out. She picked me up some food and we went home. It was wonderful eating fast food, if I'm honest. It had more flavor and taste than what I've been eating at Broughton.

"We're home!" My mom said, pulling up in the driveway. I got out once she was parked and went in. The scent, like lemons and strawberries, filled my senses. I missed my home so much. I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. I can finally catch up with all my shows.

"Let's not hang out or anything together." My mom joked, coming through the door. I looked at her and laughed. I didn't feel the need to say anything.

"So, Nina. About us moving," my mom sat down next to me, "do you want to stay here or move?"

"I want to stay here because of Diana but I don't want to face the people at school."

"What if we move and Diana come with us? Like she can live with us if her parents are okay with that."

"Her parents don't care about her, you're all she has. That's not the deal though.. Can you afford taking in another child?" I asked.

"I've had half of a year to think about this, and I honestly think that we can. If you and Diana get a job and pay for the things you want, I can do the rest."

"What do you mean by what we want? Like we have to pay for all our clothes and food?"

"Sweetie, no. I'll pay for a few outfits around the year but the rest is on you. Also, I'll pay for groceries but if you guys want to go out to eat together, you have to pay. You'll have a job, you can do it. Seven dollars per hour is a lot of money when you don't have to pay for bills." My mom told me.

"I can talk to Diana about it. I'm not sure how she'll react to getting a job."

"Well, I'm glad you took it easily because you're going to have to get one soon after we move."

"That's good with me." I said, clicking on the recorded Pretty Little Liars. I missed so much, there's probably a few people dead by now.

After about three episodes of Pretty Little Liars, my phone starts ringing. It was so great being back. My mom had cancelled my phone plan once she found out I was staying longer and she got me a new phone and phone plan yesterday so I'd come back to a good home and a new phone.

I answered the phone, "Hello?"

"Girl! Oh my god! It's so great to hear your voice again!" Diana's voice screeched through the line. I laughed. "We need to get together and you need to tell me about everything."

"How about tomorrow? I want to spend today catching up on television and hanging out with my mom."

"Yeah, that sounds great. I'll pick you up at seven in the morning. Be ready. We're going to have a blast!" She hung up.

I set my phone down and looked up to see my mom staring at me. "It was Diana. She wants to spend tomorrow together."

"Okay. What time is she getting you?" My mon asked.

"Seven A.M. I guess she was planning this day for a while." I laughed.

"I'm sure she was. She would call me at least once a week to see if you were home yet. It was disappointing when I had to tell her your time there was extended."

"I'm sorry, it takes time to heal."

- imma_mess_ok -

So yeah. This took a bit to write because I'm currently under so much stress. I'm a A-B honor roll student and my math teacher is failing me right now. So yeah. Plus my best friend was talking shit about me and my mom so I'm really lonely now. Sometimes I just wonder if everything would be better without me...