Focused

Introduction

Marley Simon. Age 16. Born September 5, 1998. My mom is Debbie Simon. My dad is Walter Simon. My dad is dead. My mom is dead. We....

"AHHHH" I screamed and dropped to the floor. "I can't remember!" Tears started pouring from my eyes."

"You will remember Marley." My psychiatrist sat on the floor by me and he put his arm around me.

"How?!" I stood up and felt dizzy.

"I can barely remember my middle name!" I started pacing and tears were rolling down my cheeks very quickly.

"Will you please calm down Marley?" He put his hand on my shoulder, but I shrug it off.

"May I please leave now Dr. Wayco?" I put my jacket on and grabbed my bag.

"I suppose we can be done for today, but please keep reading those books I gave you." I looked at him and glared.

"I have a social life ya know?" I sneered and walked out of his office.

That guy can't seriously believe I'll read those books. I laughed to myself and walked out into the cold, September air. Everything was happening around me. People who were normal and didn't have to deal with the stuff I had to deal with everyday. I saw ladies in tight pencil skirts on their way to their office. Men in dark black tuxes strutting down the sidewalk talking on their earpieces. Homeless people sitting by grimy brick building walls begging for money, food, clothes, or shelter. I saw kids laughing with their parents and that's when I knew I needed to walk away.     

mom screamed. Dad yelled. Metal screeched. Blood was around me. I was weightless. Drifting in a river hearing blue birds chirp. Always mom's favorite bird. Flashing lights.

I woke up drenched in sweat. I got up from bed and walked into the bathroom looking at myself. I was wearing a t-shirt, I had gotten last year at school that said "Hugs NOT Drugs." What teenager went by that anymore. I looked super skinny. I hadn't eaten for 3 days. My Psychiatrist would kill me if he knew. My hair looked awful. It was ragged and all different lengths. The doctors and nurses in the hospital had to cut some of it because they had to wrap my head for 6 weeks. My cheeks were always shiny from tears now too. I looked about 35 not 16. My birthday is in 4 days, but I don't care about that. The police think I have a family member here in my house staying with me. I don't. I lied to them so they would get off my back. I made fake phone calls posing as a family member.

The house was eerily quiet at night. I stayed in my room most of the time. I haven't gone into my parents room since they died. I go in the living room to turn on the tv when I feel somewhat happy. I used to see news crew outside when the crash was still in the news. I don't even think iv'e smiled since my parents were here. I told my psychiatrist I had a social life. I was so lying. Well, I used to have a social life. I had a boyfriend, a bestfriend, a enemy, and PLENTY of friends. I had the best life a teen could want. I can't remember my bestfriends name! ugh.

I started crying and having a huge headache. For a while there, I could actually remember things.