Letting Go

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I didn't know why I had acted so strangly the past couples of days. And I didn't understand what was up with Green Eyes. He was so different, the way he talked. He makes himself sound, old. And remembering him tell me I was his sort of freaked me out.
That night I didn't go home. I didn't actually go home until the stars washed away and were replaced by the morning light. I sat out on a swing, numb to the touch, all night just thinking. About everything. I wondered who I was, who I would become. I wondered about my father, about Petunia. And with no answers and no help from my conscience, who kindly sat back and repeated over and over what a piece of shit I was, I walked back home. Deppression cuddled into my sac of bad breath and onions. When I finally made it back and opened the door I felt a stab of fear skit through my body. There were 5 police cars around my house, and a lady with a clip board and a hard attitude talking to Petunia. Mason saw me and went to run towards me but Petunia held onto him and pushed him inside. As she shut the door behind her and my brother the air seemed to whoosh from my body.

        I sat impatiently waiting in an uncomfy chair, a creaky office and a warm cup of water in front of me. The women's name is Ms.Fritz. She's a social worker who was assigned my case, when I asked her what case I had or what it was exactly that this all meant she didn't really answer. She came back in about an hour later and filled out more paperwork, quietly asking me to sign here, and here, and asking me, "Do you understand?" As tears started to slowly role down my cheak she stopped and looked up at me, "Does Petunia not want me anymore? Am I going to be able to go back home?" I asked. I already knew the answer but I'm thankful that Ms.Fritz didn't asnwer honestly anyways. Petunia had said that I destroyed everything in her house and that she was fearful I would hurt Mason. After hearing all of that a warm looking lady came through and told me everything that was happening and what my new home was called. It was a foster home, and its name was Rebirth. I honestly cackled at this name. Wtf? My tears were gone, I missed Mason already and opted to call him after I got settled in. I had a roommate, but she wasn't there. She ran away from home yesterday, which is called an awol.... She went awol is what everybody kept telling me, cause your not allowed to leave..

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