The Story of Rachel Vaughn |Completed|

Chapter 1

I walk back to my house after my 20 minute run and stop on the front lawn to stretch out my legs. I enter my house and immediately grab a water bottle from the fridge and walk up to my bedroom, checking my phone for any messages. As I pick a spot in my room to sit, my mom walks in with a basket of laundry.

"How was your run?" she asked.

"Good." I say without even looking up from my phone.

"Did you finish your homework?"

"Yes." I lied.

"How was school today?"

"Must you bombarde me with questions." I reply rudely.

I look up at my mom who was still folding my clothes. There was something different about her. She was shaking a little bit and I could see she was troubled with something.

"I'm sorry." I say apologetically.

"It's ok, I know you've been stressed out lately with nationals for dance coming up this Saturday."

I have been dancing since I was three and it made me feel so free, especially on my bad days. It was a way for me to escape the world. When I dance I feel as though I have a purpose to keep going in my life.

My mom exited the room and I put my clothes that she just folded, away to their correct places. As I closed my closet door, I glanced at the pictures I had on my wall of me and my best friend Anthony. I've known Anthony since kindergarten. I was never really good at making friends with other girls. Not that it really bothered me but my parents hated the fact that my best friend was a guy, especially my dad. Anthony has always been there for me and always came to my dance competitions when my mom couldn't. He was my rock. He was my shoulder that I could drench with my tears.

Once everything was put away, I go to my bathroom and strip my sweat soaked clothes off and jump into the shower. I like to clear my mind in the shower because it's the best place to do so. This is where I mainly relax. By the time I showered and got dressed it was time for dinner. I sat in my spot at the table. My Dad and Mom where at the ends and my little brother Chris, across from me. We never really talk during dinner or at all really. I hate it because it's just 45 minutes of awkwardness. My brother and I cleared the table and I washed the dishes while he dried everything that couldn't go into the dish washer. We were done in 30 minutes and I went straight to my medicine cabinet. One for my anxiety and one for depression.
I hated taking these pills. It's like they control my body. I was thinking about not taking them when my thoughts were interrupted by my Dad.

"Sweetheart, your mother and I would like to speak with you in your room."

"Ok, I'll be up in a second." I say as calmly as possible.

I take my pills while thoughts were running through my mind.

What did I do now? I've been taking my pills, I have good grades, I haven't gotten into any trouble lately.

I had no idea what was coming.

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