AN: So sorry if the past few chapters have had some grammatical mistakes, sometimes I get too lazy to edit, but everything should be updated soon! Please keep reading!! Add my story to your reading lists if you like it, it's much appreciated! Thank you! and Enjoy!
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Chapter 3
"Hope, come in the kitchen right now," I heard my mom say angrily as I walked through the front door a week later.
What could I possibly be in trouble for now? My grades were still high, I hadn't done anything wrong, and I definitely couldn't have said anything to piss her off cause I hadn't spoken to her all day. "What." I said when I got into the kitchen.
"I was cleaning your bathroom earlier and I found this." She slid a razor across the counter to show me.
Really? A razor was a concern? "What about it?"
"Hope, you know the rules. No sharp objects in your personal areas, including bathrooms."
"Sorry, but I had to shave," I said, apathetic about her concern.
"I don't care if you need to shave; you are supposed to leave the razor in my bathroom."
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
"How can I trust that it won't?" she asked, dismissing my apology. There was no way I could win here and as much as I wanted to just lock myself in my room I couldn't, for two reasons: there was no longer a lock on my door and it would just make things worse. "You lie to me all the time."
"It was an accident."
"I doubt that. You have been breaking rules on purpose for as long as I can remember."
"Are you joking? I was just shaving. Do you see any cuts on me?" I countered, hastily lifting my sleeves to show her my wrists.
"Do you think I'm stupid?" she said, raising her voice and snatching the razor off the counter. "I know that you don't only cut yourself on your wrists." She threw the razor in the trash can and crossed her arms. Her eyes were burning holes of judgement into me. There was no more trust in me. She didn't trust that I changed. I wasn't the same girl I was two years ago, my anti-depressants made things easier, but only enough so that I didn't cut myself. Her inability to trust me was pressing on emotions anti-depressants just couldn't hide and I felt tears threating their way into my eyes.
"Used to, mother," I enphasized, gritting my teeth in anger. "I don't anymore."
"How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"Why would I lie about something like this? It's not like I want to spend more time in therapy or get put on some knew drug that will make me a zombie."
"I don't know why you would lie, but you've lied before."
"I don't believe this. I can't believe we are actually having this conversation." I turned around and left the kitchen for my bedroom.
"Don't you dare walk out on me when I'm trying to have a conversation with you!" she yelled, following me to my room.
"Why the hell do I want to talk to you when you won't even believe a word I say?!"
"Watch your language!"
"What did I say wrong? Hell? Are you serious right now?" I got up to my room and slammed my door as hard as I could, but just as I reached down to lock it, I realized I no longer had a lock on my door.
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