"But mom?! I really don't want to go! How could you do this to me?" I was screaming similar things to my mom for the past two months. She decided she couldn't help me with my behavior anymore so she was sending me to a foster home in America. How could she send me away like that? My whole life was here... I live in a small town in Ireland. My friends called me lucky, everybody who lives here was dragged here by marriage, born here or so lifeless and depressed they didn't cared anymore. So somebody moving from this town, population 328 (which would soon be 327), was extremely rare. "You're going Willow! No matter how much you hate me because of it! Nobody can help you here and I want you to get help!" My mom yelled back at me. I couldn't stand her being this way to me. I couldn't stand her sending me away. I couldn't stand the fact she thought I had a mental illness. I couldn't stand this situation.
So I ran away.
I ran to the forest which was basically next to my house. I used to spend weeks in there, I even build a tree house a few years ago. Me and my friends used to play hide and seek and we would sleep in the tree house. Mom always came to get us out of there, she never allowed us to spend the night there. So she called our names and we'd giggle because we thought she'd never find us, she played the game and got back to the house while making scary noise so we'd always run back to the house as fast as we could. But as I got older my mom didn't really care anymore, about nothing actually. I was in the tree house for tree weeks straight once and she really couldn't care less. I was fourteen when my mom got diagnosed with bipolar disorder. My mom refused to take her medication because she was in denial about it, so she became unable to take care of me. Therefore I went to live with my grandparents who were always nice to me. I lived there for a year and a half. That's how long it took for my mom to miss me enough to start taking her medication daily. I was 16 now and she was projecting her mental illness onto me now. Now I was the one with bipolar disorder and I needed "help" which I could only get in America. Bullshit.
"Willow? Willow were are you? Willow I can't get up your lader at this age I'm so sorry, could you please come down? I'm wor... We're worried about you! You're mom is crying because she couldn't find you and the flight! It's nt going to wait for you dear." I hear my grandma say. I see her standing underneath the lader of the tree house with her puppy eyes. I got down and hugged her tightly, she told me everything was alright. Then the thought hit me. My grandfather had died 3 months ago and my grandma wasn't doing that well either, what if this was one of the last times I'd get to see her? What if see dies while I was gone? What if she needed me and I wasn't there? I kept back the tears untill I was home again and my grandma left. I ran upstairs and broke down against the door. "I can't go whilst my grandma might die." I said to myself. I didn't even know how long my mom wanted me to go there... I couldn't stand the thought of my grandma dying without me.
"MOM I'M NOT GOING! WHAT IF GRANDMA DIES WHIST I'M GONE?" My mom looked at me with the scaryest smile. "O honey, she's not going to die that soon but you are going to America in a few hours." I didn't knew what to say. My mom was never really the type who was seeing your point of vieuw so I guess the best thing now was just to go and come back as soon as possible.
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Writers note:
Sooo this is the first chapter, I hope you like it! If you've got any suggestions you can always comment them :)
