Broken</3

Here I am, sitting in my bedroom. I always wonder what it is that went wrong. What is is that I did wrong. What it was that made everyone leave me. That makes me such a bad and horrible friend. Why I have such horrible luck in relationships.

I was jolted from my thoughts as my door slowly opened. I quickly scrubbed my hand across my eyes and composed myself as my door finished opening. My mom poked her head in, with a shy smile she said, "Can I come in?" I looked at her with shock she never just asks to come in. She generally just barges right in. I mean c'mon that's what parents do! They don't respect their children's privacy. They think they know best when they don't. I quickly nod my head and wonder what it is that I did this time.

She looked at me and sighed. "Honey, we need to talk....." I looked at my mother with dread. We never had to 'talk' unless something serious was happening. "Okay sure mom what is it?" She sat there and bit her lip trying to compose her thoughts. "Well you see you and I are moving....." I dropped my jaw at this statement. "But what about my friends?! You KNOW they're ALL I have!! You CAN'T do this to me!" She looked at me with pity. "Well actually I can do this to you sweetie. It's not something I want to do, but it's something that has to happen." She had started to get up. But I grabbed her arm and stopped her. "Mom you don't UNDERSTAND dad is buried here and so are my friends that died in that accident last year! I talk to them all the time! I know even know they're dead and gone they're still here for me! If you take me away from here I don't know what I'll do......"

Mom looked at me with disgust, she shook her head, and yanked her arm out of my grip. "Stop being so melodramatic Melanie! You will be fine! You need to move on! We're moving and that's final! This is your last semester at this school. Say your goodbyes. And then we are gone." With that she had left my room and slammed the door shut.

I sit there in shock. If I move I won't have anybody. I don't know what I'll do. I'll probably do something stupid. But how stupid are we talking. She doesn't understand how much this town means to me. She never will. She was always a city girl. My life is over.....