Chapter 3

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Few days later

I walk through my grandparent house, stopping once I reach my bathroom, looking into the mirror.

My normally bright green eyes are dull and bloodshot and I have heavy dark bags underneath them.

My hair is matted while I feel like a piece of crap.
I haven't slept in days.

The anxiety of a new place and the toll of my mom's death weighs too much on me. I also have to pretend to get better. I know my grandparents can see right through it because I'm just not trying.

As I get ready for the first time in days I feel an emptiness inside me. The funeral was days ago and it was awful.

Crying and crying. I can't let myself cry again. I need to be strong for Mavis. The cold darkness of depression weighs down on me as I get my back pack and go downstairs to go to the bus.

The thick, crushing sadness and regret. It runs my life now. My sister has somehow managed to be fine, saying stupid crap like 'she's happy where she is' blah blah blah.
The fact that it is my birthday doesn't help.

Mavis comes out of her room, skipping all the way. "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!" And the song continues. I try a convincing smile once she's done and she takes it.


I hope you guys have enjoyed these first few chapters! I love you all so much.

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