How He Changed Me

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I woke up  days later, head throbbing, weak body and an empty stomach. I walked down the stairs slowly and walked to the refrigerator to fill up my stomach. I took a slice of cake and headed to the living room. Everything was suspiciously quiet in the house that day. 

The nearer i've reached the living room, the lounder the sounds of people discussing. I wondered who it was. Once I've entered the living room, i saw my family members staring at me slightly surprised. i sat down hoping to join the conversation but only to recieve an awkward situation.

"hey.. what's happening?" i asked. 

no response.

"guys?" 

again, none.

"mom.. dad?" i spoke a bit louder this time. they flinched and finally answering me.

"Dianna, we've gotta talk.." dad said. i nodded and focused on dad.

"we're sending you to Aunt Amie's house.." i was surprised. my head was aching badly.

not that i hate Aunt Amie or anything, but why are they sending me there? she lives way too far from where we live.

"why?" i asked.

"since she's a psychiatrist and all.. besides, you'll probably love it there.." mom replied. i was confused but i hated to ask more.

"when?"

"the day after tomorrow.. we've already packed your bags.. so you could spend time with us tomorrow.. "mom said. it was obvious that she was holding back her tears. we haven't ever seperated before. but now i have to live far from home.

"i'm going to have some rest.. " i said. i couldn't bear to see her cry.

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later in the evening, i headed out to chris's grave. 

"hey chris.. i'm gonna live somewhere far starting from tomorrow--" i couldn't continue my sentence because i felt something stuck in my throat. i held back my tears.

knowing that i couldn't manage to say anything anymore, i returned home. tomorrow's the last day i'm staying in this country. as i reached home, i locked myself in my room.