Eveything Has Changed

He's forgotten me

Emma's POV

I've been crying for days now, not coming out of my room, only to use the bathroom and occasionally eat. My mom has tried to persuade me to come out but I haven't given in. Drake has also tried but, no luck for him.

Ever since I saw Justin and Selena, when they made it official to the world, I've shut everyone out. There is just no point coming out to have everyone just sit there and say they're sorry, and understand what I'm feeling when they don't.

'I won't ever forget you, Emma, I Promise.' Those stupid, meaningless words kept ringing in my head. It's like he has no idea who I am anymore. I've tried to reach him on Twitter and Facebook... but he just hasn't responded, ever. I feel so horrible, like I did something wrong, but I know I haven't. I heard a knock on my door. I moaned.

"Sweetie, please come out. I need to talk to you about your birthday coming up." I groaned and got up from my bed, walking over to my door and opening it, revealing my mother.

"Honey, can I come in?" She asked me. I opened the door wider for her to come in. She came in and sat down on my bed. I went over and sat down next to her.

"So, your birthday is in two days."

"Which I'm not looking forward to." I said monotone. She sighed.

"Emma, it's your 18th birthday. I know your excited, you just don't wanna show it."

"Well, the only thing I'm excited about is that I can finally get a house of my own and get away from people." I said, still, with no emotion.

"Emma." She said standing up.

"I think we need to get you to a psychiatrist." I sighed and mumbled an 'okay, whatever' to her. She shook her head.

"Be ready in 10 minutes." And with that, she left my room, closing my door loudly. I rolled my eyes.

I got dressed and got my purple earbuds with my phone. I plugged the buds in and put one in my ear. I turned on some music, which is of course, Justin's music. Call me crazy, but only his voice soothes my anger and sadness. The song "Down to Earth" came on and I halfway smiled, something I almost never do anymore. I finally go downstairs, for the first time in two days.

"Ready?" my mom asked coming out from the kitchen. I nodded. We walked outside and I immediately covered my eyes from the sunlight.

"Be right back." I said running into the house. I got up to my room and grabbed my purple sunglasses from my dresser. I ran back outside and felt much better. Suddenly the slight breeze turned into wind. I liked it. I looked at the sky while walking to the car and saw many clouds in the sky. Dark clouds, which means rain is coming. I liked the thought of rain. It brought good memories back to my mind. Memories with Justin. We got into my mom's car. She started the car and drove off.

About ten minutes later we reached this tan looking building. I groaned, not wanting to face the same stupid man, for the second time. I'd thought I'd never see him again, but I guess I was wrong.

"Why do I have to be here again?" I said, not looking at my mother.

"Because there is something wrong with you." She said getting out of the car.

"Obviously." I mumbled under my breath, getting out of the car and following her into the spin doors.

We walked up to the front desk and a young lady was working on a computer. She noticed our presence and she smiled.

"Hi, how may I help you?" She asked sweetly. My mom spoke up.

"Well my daughter has an appointment with Dr. Mozac at nine." I mentally rolled my eyes at the name. The woman started typing on the computer.

"Emma Richards?" She looked at me. I nodded, taking my sunglass off. She started typing some more and then a man came out.

"Richards?" He called out. The lady nodded and pointed towards him. We walked into the room.

"Okay, so mom, you're gonna have to wait outside please." He said nicely. She nodded and smiled, walking out and closing the door. Mr. Mozac smiled at me.

"Okay, please take a seat on the bed there." He said, motioning towards the leather black bed. I laid down on the bed.

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"So how does it make you feel, when people keep telling you that they are sorry and know what you're going through?"

"Well. It just makes me feel like they just want me to get better, or get over it. Because, of course they don't know what I've been through." Tears build up in my eyes, but I dare not let them out.

"I see where you're coming from. You don't want sympathy, you just want him back."

"Exactly. People want to make me feel better, but I don't think that's going to happen for a long time. It's hard to actually register, that... h-he forgot ab-about me." I couldn't hold the tears any longer. They finally came down down my cheeks, first tear from the left eye.

He sighed and reached next to him, throwing me a box of tissue. I successfully caught it and took one out, wiping away my tears, just to have them be replaced by new ones.

It feels really sad. Just to finally say those words. I've felt this way for almost 4 entire years now. But to actually say it, makes me believe it even more now. I've always thought everything, not ever spoken my thoughts. But saying something out loud, makes it feel like it's even more true.

He's forgotten me....

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