Chapter 1:
Jamie’s POV
“I totally refuse to go” I said to my parents who were sitting on the couch in front of me. Great! I just got out from the hospital and I had to deal with this shit. They had called me and my brother Max to a “family meeting”, but I knew what all was about. Me. For the very first time , and after almost 10 years I was the subject. “I am not going”.
“It’s for your own good” My mother told me. You can’t be like this anymore, sweetie. They are going to help you”
“Come on! Don’t give that bullshit. If you don’t want to deal with me, then it’s not my damn fault” I shouted at her. I wanted to run away from there. I didn’t want that. I didn’t need it.
“Sis” it was the first time in all the meeting that Max had spoken. ”You know that I love you and I’m with you no matter what…” He said looking at me with sad eyes. And that was true. I think we were the only siblings in this entire freaking world that had never fought before. I knew whatever he was going to say would make me change my mind at least for a little bit. My eyes filled with tears. He kneeled in front of me and took my hand before talking again. “But you need to go Lizzie” he was the only one allowed to call me by my second name “You know that it will make you feel better. Just do it for me okay?”
I was about to say something but my father cut me off.
“There is no other option. You are going and that’s the end of the discussion” he said firmly.
“I don’t need anybody’s help or pity and I-“
“You tried to kill yourself, Jamie!” my mother shouted at me. I could tell there was hurt in her eyes, even if she tried to hide it. It was the first time that anyone in this family had said it out loud. Everybody sat there quietly looking at me.
I knew there were no other chance, and any opportunity of winning this battle, so I stood up and wall to the stairs to go to my room.
“Don’t you bother about your clothes and things, we have already packed some of your things while you were at the hospital” Awesome! They were practically kicking me out.
“Let’s go” my mother said and we all headed to the car.
They didn’t even let me pack my own shit. It was unbelievable, I got home for less than an hour and I was leaving to a mental hospital for god knows how long. I sat on the back sit with Max, looking through the window wondering when everything would get back to normal. Tears started to fall down, I didn’t want to go there, I just wanted to be normal, be just like any other girl… But I was totally fucked up. Max put his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his lap while he caressed my hair, as we used to do when we were kids. “Everything is going to be alright”. I really wanted to believe him… but I just couldn’t.
