Broken

Chapter one- The meeting

Hello readers this is my first short story ever! if you have any feedback please let me know :)  I hope you enjoy and I will remind you all plz don't take this content I wrote this all myself and am so far very proud of it.

Chapter one- The meeting

I'm just a girl who is trying to go through with her terrible life, The amount of people who come up to me and ask me if i'm ok is crazy. It's actually a very idiotic question  I mean would you be ok if your mom killed herself? No, i didn't think so. Anyways as i was saying before i'm just a girl, a girl who will no longer ever fall in love. I'm ok with never falling in love, i mean love is a great weakness to me, it makes you predictable and you don't ever think clearly when you're in love, you just do what the partner wants or so i've been told. My dad tells me that when my mom was a teenager she looked like me a little, we don't or we had never looked alike. She had straight blond hair with green eyes while i have wavy brown hair and blue eyes, well i guess i now have my looks from my dad. I remember the day my dad told me about it, her death. It was on July 10th 4 months ago, he came up to me one day after school and told me that mommy had a car crash, that she was drinking and when she hit the car in front of her she spun off the side of the road which led off a cliff. I don't think i really cried when i first found out i think
was just shocked. My dad bought me a diary the next day he said this will help Elizabeth, i promise just write down what you feel and that's all you have to do.  I have never wrote in it, I find it quite ignorant i mean what's the point, writing your feelings down won't help you feel differently.

I have a certain dream every night, it usually starts with me being in the car. Next thing i know my mom comes in and starts to drive, i always scream at her to stop that she is about to kill herself, i know i call the car crash her killing herself well i say that because she was under the influence at the time and that is something she could have stopped. She would never even think about driving under the influence or in general just drinking at all. Sure my mom would have the occasional red wine and bottle of beer, but it would have never gotten this bad. My mom had a father who was
a drunk. She told me once that her dad would come home wasted at three in the morning and she would have to calm him down. I find it very weird that something like this happened because this isn't like her, i used to have a theory that she was killed  by someone but that's not true. I have never been a strong person emotionally, i didn't ever know how strong i actually was before my mom passed. I guess you really never know how strong you are until being strong is the only choice you have, because that's now the only choice i have, to be strong. "Elizabeth, you up?" my father asked questionably, i sighed, first day of being in school also known as prison. "Yea dad, i'm up" i yelled
So my dad could hear me from down stairs. I sat up straight on my bed and jumped off. When my feet hit the cold floor my body started urging me to get back into bed, but i knew better because we all know if i got back into bed there would be no coming out, i'd be in hibernation mode. I ran to my closet and grabbed the first shirt i saw, it was a black sweatshirt that read "never lose sight in yourself" i swiftly put it on and walked over to my dresser, i opened it and grabbed a pair of blue jeans. Once i had my clothes on i walked into my bathroom and started to brush my hair. Once my hair was brushed out i grabbed my toothbrush and started brushing my teeth. Next here came the thing i dread most in the morning, putting on shoes and going to school. I walk downstairs to get my sneakers when my dad stops me dead in my tracks. He sighed  "Elizabeth i know you are going through a hard time just like i am sweetie but i need you to have a smile on my face today at school." i chuckled slightly "Father, you don't know me at all do you? I'm obviously not as upset as you. I mean i'm not the one sobbing in the middle of the night, so i don't think you need to worry about me not smiling today dad." i know i was going a little too hard on him but he doesn't get me at all the only person who does or did was mom. Before he could yell at me i swiftly put on my shoes, grabbed my backpack, and ran out the door to my bus stop.