My mom pulls the car into the driveway and pulls out the keys, but doesn't move.
"Why won't you let me in?" She asks, staring at the steering wheel.
"Mom, I-" she cuts me off.
"Bella, I'm really trying to help you. You barely sleep, you barely eat, you don't go out to see your friends," this time, I cut her off.
"What friends, mom?" She doesn't say anything. "Ok, I get it, I'm screwed up, and I'm getting help just like you wanted." She's looking straight at me now, tears filling her eyes quickly.
"You're not screwed up. You've been through a lot and that's my fault. I'm really sorry but you can't just keep me out, because I can't help you if you do," she's trying not to cry now, I can tell.
"It's not your fault, mom I do this to myself and you know it. I'm sorry I didn't grow up to be the perfect daughter you've always dreamed," and with that I leave the car.
Making my mom feel like shit isn't going to help me or her but I don't know what to do.
She's trying to fix me but I don't need to be fixed. I'm not going to break.
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Fanfiction"Maybe he expected me to stop him, but that's the thing about me; I let people walk away."
