Running into my room,throwing my bag across the room and screaming into my pillow is an everyday thing. After the screaming I usually stare at my gray ceiling for twenty minutes straight. No movement. Well, until my mother calls me for dinner I jump up and go downstairs. I grab the bowl without saying hi to my mom or at least thanks and I run up to my room and lock the door. Crying well watching a Korean drama. I'm so... whats the word... pathetic. I have no one. I lost everyone. Including my dad. My wonderful, amazing dad.
Can life get any shittier? It always does. The shittiest thing coming up is school. Yay, school.
Hell no. I cant even stand a chance at school. I'll probably skip class and go to the rooftop to take a few smokes. At school I'm the bad ass. Home is different. I'm the sensitive type. Without my dad I'm just... lonely? Why is that a question? I don't know.
Soon enough you drift of to a deep sleep with the warm soup bowl in your hand still.
~~~Moms POV~~~
I was walking upstairs and I noticed Y/N's door is slightly open. This is the chance to say goodnight. I walk in and Y/N is fast asleep. Oh I miss my baby.
She still had her soup in her hands. And her earphones in. I take the bowl and kiss her forehead with a tear rolling down my cheek.
"Sweetie, you will be just fine."
I walk out and switch the lights of. I love her so much.
