Low Points

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

"How are you feeling today, Nicole?" My counselor, Mrs. D, asks me. It was a hard question to answer. How did I feel? Horrible. Confused. Ready to die.

"I-I'm fine." I stuttered, hoping she would believe me. However, the look on her face told me she didn't.

"How is your mom?"

"Still in Rehab." My mom was the definition of an alcoholic. Also, she was a terrible mother. My mom has done everything from burning me with cigarette buds, to trying to kill me.

After what seems like forever, I walk out to my dad in the waiting room. He insisted I see a counselor after my, what we call, "low points."

My "low points" started with my parents getting a divorce last year. No, I never liked my mom, but for some reason.. It still hurt. However, my brother Jackson, and sister Alexis weren't too affected by it. They were both older than me. Jackson was 3 years older, Alexis was six years older.

To be honest, I never blamed myself for their divorce. Until, that is, when my mom started blaming me. I knew she was always drunk, but she made me believe her after saying it everyday.

That's why, I live with my dad. My dad is amazing. We've always gotten along. I look up to him, he's like a role model. My friends love him like their own dad. Especially my best friend, Casey.

Casey has been my best friend for as long as I remember. She's one of the few that actually understands me.

But in middle school, my parents divorce was the least of my problems..

People were. People were cruel and heartless. People actually made fun of my mom and their divorce. Actually the guy I was dating for two weeks dumped me because my mom went to jail.

I didn't trust really anyone with anything. My closest friends were mostly guys that I didn't share secrets with.. And, let's face it, you can't trust girls. Ever. I could barley trust my absolute best friends: Casey, Abbey, and Ashlan.

In the car ride home, I sang to my county music playlist. What could I say? You choose in your like between woods and hood.. And I chose woods.

My dad started to join in to a song he liked. Chicks Dig It by Chris Cagle. My dad singing made me laugh. He was a great daddy.. If only everyone made me laugh as hard as he did..