Goodbye

Six

I nervously picked at my fingers and nails as I waited for the friends I've know for the past six to settle and sit and greet each other. I remained silent and barely squeaked a hello out when hey sat down and all turned to me.

They wanted me to say something. I was the one who brought them here and we usually never meet this early so they must have thought something was wrong. And they're right. So I turned them and told them about my mom wanting me to see a psychiatrist.

That doesn't seem to bad they said. Not bad at all.

Depressingly I had to tell that there was more and I had to tell them what the more was.

They sat there stunned and open mouthed after I told them what my mom wanted to do.

I told them over and over that I was sorry and that it was my mom's decision, not mine and that I wanted to stay. But all they could do was stare.