Everyone Has a Storyline

Chapter 2

I soon fall asleep to the sound of my own crying. I wish I had a friend to help me out. Someone I could go to that understands me, someone to be there for me when I feel like the entire world hates me. But I have no one. I'm alone. I used to have friends, before my father passed away I had a whole group of friends. But when my father died, I distanced myself from everyone. They obviously didn't want to help me when they knew I was a lost cause.

I don't know what to do. I'm not close to any other family members so I can't live with them. I have no friends and I have no money. I have no where to go. I think for a second and come to the conclusion that I will call my dad's mom, my grandmother. I haven't talked to her since my dad passed away, but she is my only hope right now. I can't go anywhere else.

I slowly pick up the phone. "I can do this" I tell myself, trying to get some reassurance. I decide that I will tell her my mom is going on a business trip for a few months and I don't want to be alone for that amount of time, especially right after my dad died. She would believe that. She has to. She is my only hope. I dial her number. Number by Number. The phone is ringing and I hear a person on the other line pick up.

"hello?" a feminine voice asks. "Grandma, is that you?" I ask. "Rachel, my dear, is that you?" she replies. "It's me grandma" I say. "how are you dear?" she asks sincerely. "I-I'm good" I quickly lie. "Do you mind if I come to visit for a few months? Mom is going on a business trip for a while and I don't want to be alone" I lie easily and smoothly. "Of course darling" my grandma answers. "I will book you a flight for tomorrow afternoon. Is that alright?" I'm glad my grandma still loves me. "yes, that sounds great, thank you" "alright I will see you soon, goodbye, I love you" she says hesitantly. "goodbye grandma, I love you too" I quickly hang up the phone and fall back on the bed.

This is it. I'm leaving the place I've called home for the past 16 years. I don't want to leave, I have so many memories, some good, some bad. I think about my father and how amazing he was. I don't think about his death. I only think of the good times, the memories where we bonded and where we smiled. He was a kind man. My mother used to be kind, until my father died. Then she became as cold as Antarctica. I miss having a happy family. I miss having a family.

My grandmother probably hates me too. She's just trying to be nice, she probably feels sorry for me. I just know it. But somehow, even with my grandma now in the story, I still feel invisible, like there is no one to save me.

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