I Dare You to Move

Emotional Stress

The next few weeks were pretty busy for Phoebe's family. Not to mention all of the emotional stress that everyone was feeling.

Phoebe's mom and dad, Kathy and John, were emotionally drained. All of the crying and wondering about their daughter was the toughest thing to see.

The other day, Kathy came over to visit my family and I answered the door. My mom had just left to go get some groceries because we were low on a few things.

Now don't get me wrong, I haven't exactly been a happy camper lately, but the way she looked made me want to break down and cry.

Her hair was dishevelled all around her face and her eyes were swollen from all of the crying she had been doing lately.

"Oh, my dear Megan." Kathy cried out and pulled me into a hug.

"Hey, Ms. Kathy." I whispered.

I could hear her loud sobs and could feel the wetness of her tears on the shoulder of my shirt. "Why did she leave us like this?" She asked.

That's when it hit me.

People don't just kill themselves for no reason right? There was something Phoebe was hiding from us. Something important. Something that changed her life forever.

Changed all of our lives.

I rubbed Kathy's back and could feel the silent tears run down my face. "I wish I knew. I really do."

Threw all of the tears I didn't notice that John had walked over and pulled us both into a hug.

"It's all my fault. I should've known. I could've changed it." I whispered. My tears soon became a waterfall and wouldn't stop flowing out of my eyes. My sobs grew louder and louder as I went into full break down mode.

John's arms caught me quickly before I fell onto the ground. "Maybe you should get some rest sweetie." Kathy said while caressing my hair.

John carried me upstairs to my room with Kathy trailing behind. All this time, I was still shaking and sobbing. He laid me on the bed and left the room. Kathy pulled my blanket up over me. She kissed my forehead as I buried my face into my pillow.

"It's not your fault honey. None of us knew what was going on. It's not your fault."

And with those final words Kathy left the room. She left my door cracked and walked down the stairs to John.

I waited until I heard the front door close to get up. I walked over to my desk in the corner of my room and grabbed a notebook. On the top I wrote:                                                                    

                                                                Phoebe

I tried to get my hands to stop shaking but with no luck, the name turned into more of a kindergartens handwriting.

I wiped the tears and snot away from my face and sighed determinedly.

I was going to find out why Phoebe did this.

Not for me, but for Kathy and John.

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