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2 - My Problems Are Running Out of Jail

Yesterday was really not a great day for me so I ended up staying home. I used to always have these types of days when I'd get really depressed for no reason. I hate myself for even slightly sounding like those girls who pretend to have depression for the "attention". There are just days where I feel so sick to my stomach from the most littlest things, I feel sad and empty,and oh is it so annoying.

I popped a medicated Zoloft pill into my mouth, as I wake up to my ultra violent mind screaming. Right now I would kill to have Dylan with me, but no matter what school can somehow ruin my life. Last night I was oddly on Facebook and I literally got death threats which makes me laugh because me and will didn't even do anything. boy is he cute.

Sitting in bed I wrap myself into a cocoon while watching Bob's Burgers which is that one show that can always make me feel better. Right when I was in the middle of starting the last episode my mom walks into my room."Hi honey I need to talk to you, why don't you come down and we'll talk it over breakfast." Can't I just get some peace around here. Thank God Zach is gone. "Yeah mom be down in a moment."

As I run down I find my mom's palms over her eyes, crying. "Oh my god Mom what's wrong?" I sat down and started patting her back, I being the worst comforter in the world.

"Liz, after everything that happens I just can't have you going back to how you used to be it really pains me." "Mom, what are you talking about? I just wanted to stay home today because it's getting really hard to be around so many annoying people at school." Oh, mother you are such a drama queen.

"No, Liz that's not what I mean .. your father is getting out of jail next week."

And in those nine little words, my breathing stopped. literally. It felt like I was chocking away on life. Nothing was going through my brain, my heart probably already fell out my chest , and I was crawling into a corner panicking. I wonder why they call it a panic attack.

"Liz, Liz, it's okay here just try and drink some water." My mom sat there cradling me as I attempted to drink water. Okay Liz, what did the doctor say? Just breathe in and out in and out in and out. Keep your mind clear stupid. Stop thinking about him.

"M-mom I never want to see him aa-gain. ever." I said trying to settle my voice. "But he's still your-" Before she could even finish her sentence I ran up stairs and locked myself into my room. Out of all of the things I could be thinking of right now, all I want is to talk to Dylan. So being the annoying person I am I called him. Let me remind you that it's nine o'clock and he's in school. Or at least he should be

ring ... ring ...ring ... ri-

"Hey kiddo what's up?" I didn't know what to say, I just stayed quiet for a few seconds. "Dylan I need someone." For a couple of seconds it was dead quiet and then finally he spoke.

"Umm yeah, I'll be there soon, princess." His voice always seemed to calm me down.

As I hear him ringing the bell, my mom lets Dylan in sending him upstairs. When he's standing in front of my door all of my feelings come rushing back to me. Why did I even call him? And for the first time today I start pouring out tears.

Instead of saying anything he lays me down in my bed and tucks both of us in, while he cups my head to his chest. "It's going to be okay shh, everything will be alright." Dylan's soothing voice was so gentle and caring, the complete opposite of how he treated girls at school. It was like he spent all his life preparing for this day. I didn't even tell him what was wrong.

"I'm sorry I'm so selfish you should go back to school." As I was rubbing my eyes, he didn't answer but just kept holding me. Everything feels so painful. If only my eyes would stop feeling so irritated. I let out a humongous roar hoping that it would get everything off my chest which leads me into another repetitive cry. "Why,why does he have to come back. I hate him, I hate him so much." I yelled as I pound on Dylan's chest.