Going Insane

Chapter 3.

Tailor froze. She felt like she was about to faint. Even though she didn't mind her school, she loved her city. It was where her blood and flesh were created. All of her memories were made in this city. And this was where her mother lived.

She screamed and ran up to her room. She shut the door and locked it from the inside. Her parents tried to open the door, but the attempt failed. Tailor screamed again inside her pillow and threw her fists and feet around like a little brat. Tears poured out of her eyes like a waterfall.

"Tailor! Open the door!" Her mother shouted.

She didn't budge, she still lie there throwing a fit. It was a little childish for a 13 year old, but it was for a good cause. Rage started to build up inside of her. Her tears become boiling hot, she was about to throw everything across the room and out the window. But when she was about to get up, a voice came inside her head. Don't do it, it'll just make things worse.

She paused for a moment to try to think of something positive. She always used this when she was angry.

'Maybe we're just moving in a different place in town.' She thought. 'Or maybe this was some kind of sick joke.' Her parents barged in her room. They must have used their fingernails to unlock the door. They went up to her and tried to calm her down by hugging her, but she put her hands out and running away from them.

"Tailor, please. You know we need to." Her so called mother said.

"Why? Why would we need to leave this place?" Tailor yelled.

"Your father got a new job all the way in Kansas City. We need the money."

"Oh, so your just giving up a beautiful home for a stupid job!?"

"Tailor, just let us talk about this."

Before they could say anything else, Tailor ran past them and went downstairs. Tears were still streaming down her eyes as she went into the living room by the front door. She didn't know what she was thinking. It was like another person was inside her body, making her decisions. Her mother and father ran after her downstairs and saw that she was about to open the door.

"Please Tailor, don't." Her mother pleaded.

Tailor's rage was still in charge of her body, so without looking back, she went out the door.