Chapter 6

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Hey guys,

okay so first of all I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a while.

I was really busy and I had to deal with so many things the past days so I always found it hard to write on this story.

Second of all, I apologize in advance for this crappy chapter!  It's also really short.

I hope you enjoy it anways.

I promise I'll try to update this story more often and if I don't you can blame school and exams for it. 

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Chapter 6

At home, I ran up the stairs to my room without looking at my mom. She looked worried but fortunately she left me alone. I curled up in bed. The tears were streaming down my face. Honestly I didn't know what the reason for my emotional breakdown was.

I pulled out a book of my bookshelf. No matter how hard I always cried when reading it, I loved it. It was one of my favorite books ever. Reading helped me escape from reality and for me, that was a good thing because I didn't have anything else to keep myself from thinking about all the stuff that made me sad. While reading I could distract myself and that was exactly what I needed. Distraction. There's been so many stuff going on in my life the past weeks. Somehow, I wished I could get the chance to erase my memory of all the bad things and be happy for once. It's been forever since l last smiled. Smiled because I was genuily happy and not because I pretended to be. I sighed and opened my book.

Two hours have passed by until my mom entered my room to tell me that dinner was ready.

“I'm not hungry actually. I'd rather read, you know.”

“Jenna, please, come down and have dinner with us. I haven't seen you all day and I'd like to know what makes you so sad. I feel like you cut me out of your life. We don't talk as much as we used to. I'm your mom and I want to know what's going on in your life.”

She smiled at me. I put my book down but didn't bother to get up from my bed.

“I'm sorry. I just had a bad day and…”

“Talk to me. Tell me about it, honey.”

Well thanks for interrupting me, mom. Gosh, could she just listen to me for once and not cut me off in the middle of my sentence? I hated that.

“and I don't feel like talking about it,” I said.

“Keeping it to yourself won't help either,” she replied and looked me in the eye.

Wait, was that a tear running down my mom's cheek. No, that couldn´t be.

“I don't keep it to myself, okay? I just want to be alone and read. I'll probably talk to you later. So yeah, I'm really not in the mood to eat dinner. Can you please leave me alone now?”

“Jenna, I-“

“Please.”

She shrugged her shoulders.

“Okay then…”

She turned around and closed the door behind her.

Finally.

Another hour has passed by.

I decided to get myself ready for bed because I was getting really tired and sleeping would probably help me forget about my brother. I've thought too much about him and I realized it wasn't too good for me. The more I tried to figure out how I could help him out of his depression, the sadder I got as I found out that there's no way I could do something for him. A therapist could. At least I hoped so.

I slipped my shirt over my head and put an on oversized t-shirt  I got when I took part in the Color Run a few years ago. I still had it and it was still too big for me but I did only sleep in it, so it was fine. To be honest, I loved laying in bed with a shirt that was too large for me. I also put on a pair of print leggings. I didn't find a use for this so that’s why I always slept in them.

I packed my bag for the next day of school. It was Tuesday tomorrow which meant that I had to go to work. Frankly, I wished I didn't have to.

Of course my mom had to come in again.

“You ready to talk?” She sat down on the edge of my bed.

I nodded and started telling her about all the weird and horrible stuff that has happened to me in school today. Honestly, it did feel good letting it all out.

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