My mom visited again today. She cried for a while, clutching my hand tightly.
"Oh Kate, what did I let you do? What did I do wrong? What did I do to make my little girl suicidal?"
I wanted to scream, It's not your fault! It was never you who caused this! It was all me! I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.
After all, I have no power over myself. Why would it matter?
I used to have a boyfriend. His name was Javier. He spent his time with me making me feel like I'd never mattered.
We broke up senior year of high school.
In the first year of college, I realized that I was bisexual. I had a liking to boys and girls. Coincidencedentally, that was the year I had my first girlfriend. Her name was Alisa.
We worked so well together, we were described as a power couple. But, we fell to ashes when my father found out.
He decided that he couldn't have his little girl be consumed by the devil. He wanted a perfect, straight, daughter.
As you can tell, he didn't get that. Instead, he got sent to jail. He tried to harm me and my mother. Mother for supporting me.
My mother did better than I, though it was minor trauma.
My current boyfriend probably didn't care. He hadn't came.
My mom told me he was trying to fly out, but he couldn't. His boss wouldn't let him take leave, with the new season that they had to roll out.
Sasha and Bryce stopped by again. Filling me in on things that happened that past week. Apparently Mike, a friend of her and I, had gotten engaged to his girlfriend of six years named Trinity.
She said that they hoped I could attend the wedding, which would be next year.
I'd tell her I'd try, and I really would. I just hope my body wakes soon. I miss my family. However small it may be.
Two weeks later, my boyfriend Draco (Shhhh), had showed up. He put his hand on mine and cried.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you, please, come back to us."
I wish I could.
I really do.
Il mio amore
Hey. So, a particularly light chapter so far. Enjoy and check out my new Bex Taylor-Klaus Imagines book on my main account itsyagodofgay
-Gabbie
YOU ARE READING
I Want To Live
Ficción GeneralShe has a problem. She needs help. When an accident of her own doing changes everything, she must get help or the next accident could result in death.