Sweet Lies

-1-

Elizabeth

I didn't get time to heal. Everyone else had already forgotten about him, but I was just learning about him. Nobody bothered to send me a letter or call. I was left in a crazy house while my best friend was dying in the hospital from a drug overdose. I didn't get to say goodbye, or even get to pay my respects. He was just there, and then not.

Now as I sit in my room, I wish I hadn't failed my first attempt. Now everything had locks on it, and my parents had sold all of our hunting knifes and guns. I sigh loudly and turn over in bed. I could probably use the sheets, but I can imagine that working to well, and I don't want to just go straight back to a mental hospital.

I have to go to school tomorrow. I really don't feel like it. Well, I don't really feel like doing anything. It's kinda a depression thing. My parents have been physically closer since I got back, but I don't feel like I know them at all. I don't know what they think is funny or any normal thing you should know about someone who lives in the same house as you.

"Hi Lizzie, just checking in." My mom pops her head in the door. Speak of the devil. I want to say, 'Yep. I'm doing fine mom, I'm not silting my wrist like you think I am. Also don't call me Lizzie.' What I do say is, "I'm good." She sighed and walked over to my bed. Yayyyy. Another lecture. "You know you can tell me anything right? I love you. You're my daughter." I know it was meant to be heartfelt, but the word daughter stung. I don't know why, it just didn't fit.

"Yeah. I know." Is all I could force out. She frowned, but left anyway. It was pretty early, but I wasn't hungry, so I fell asleep.

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