It has been a week since my mom died. I still can't believe it. My teachers are giving me two weeks off from school to 'recuperate'. Two weeks and I only have one left.
All I do is eat, cry and sleep. I feel like a blanket of darkness has been pulled over my head. My dad brings me food because I don't want to go in the kitchen, it reminds me too much of her. I can't bear it.
I feel sorry for my dad, I really do. I know he misses her just like I do and he doesn't like seeing me sad but I can't help it and I know he understands thats why he leaves me alone.
I don't know if my family will be the same after this. I don't think I will ever get over this, I don't think my dad will either.
At a time like this I am actually glad I don't have any younger siblings, because I know how hard it would be for them and I would have to become their sister-mother. I'm not strong enough for that.
I am pretty much your average teen. I have raven black hair and olive complexion like my mother who was italian but I have my father's brown eyes. I am 5'5, slender and okay looking.
I wouldn't call myself glamourously beautiful or pretty but some people think I am- which I find strange. I can't see what they see when I look in the mirror.
I am pretty negative about myself; I am not afraid to admit that I am not a people-person and I am rude. I don't have a lot of friends- I am a loner.
I don't have a boyfriend either. Not that I couldn't have one but they think I'm scary and I personally don't like any of the guys at school- they are fools. My nickname at school is 'freak'. They wouldn't dare call me that to my face but I have heard them saying it behind my back. Their opinion of me doesn't matter. I really couldn't care less.
The one thing that is really affecting me right now is my mothers death. I wonder if it is because I am not so easily affected by things thats why fate had to punish me by making my mother die. I began crying hopelessly again.
"God! Where are you! Do you even exist?"
I waited quietly expecting to hear some deep voice answering me but it never came.
"Well your actions- or lack thereof prove you don't."
I buried my face in my fur pillow and screamed.
The story of my sad, lonely life.
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Escaping Solitude
Genç Kurgu'How can one person face so many problems in life? I am too young for this!'' Seventeen year old Emily is not a normal teenager by any means. She has to face her mothers death, her father's alcohol addiction and on top of that scrutiny from the enti...
