Matt: nothing I'm fine
Me: I'm sorry
Matt looked up
Matt: why?
Me: I haven't been there for me like you have for me
Matt: that's not true
Me: I just wanted to apologize.
Matt: you have done nothing wrong
Me: well I'm here for you
Then I started to get up.
Matt: wait Hannah
Me: yeah
Matt: I'm sorry I did this
Me: did what
Matt: for being in your business
Me: I don't mind at least I have someone looking out for me.
Then I continued on back in the party. I walked back home. Well that's where I thought I was going until I saw my brother yelling at my mom.
What I over heard wasn't pretty. Dylan was yelling at my mom about being high. Then My name became a part of the subject. Dylan was saying how what they do affect me and what's going on in school. Which I had no clue he knew about. I kept walking pass my house. I hated that my family was falling apart. I hate that I came so used to lying. I lied to myself on how things will get better and how things will be the same one day. I lied to my family that I was fine I lied to my friends that everything's okay when I know it's not. Why did I have to go through this. Why did I have to have a drug addicted mother and an abusive, alcoholic, lying father. So where I went to to clear m head is an empty field.
The sky was clear. You could see every star perfectly. I laid in the middle of the field. I looked at the stars. While I was looking fat the stars I felt a tear escape from my eyes.
I want to get out this town. It's nothing but terrible memories. I want to run away and the closet thing to that is sitting here and writing in this dumb book. I put the book away wiped my tears away and got up. I decided to walk to the cemetery. Yeah you may think why aren you going to the cemetery. Well you thought I only had a brother I had a sister too. She died when I was nine. The next year when everyone left. She died when she was 16.
I haven't visited her in awhile so I decided to visit her.
When I got to her grave. I kneeled down and started to talk to her like she was still her.
Me: Anna I miss you.. It's been awhile since I came to see you. I wish you were here I wish you were here to help me to help me get through this. I can't handle it anymore. Maybe it won't be that long till I see you. I know that's terrible to say but I can't do it anymore. You would tell me to stay strong but I can't anymore. I miss you so much.
Spencer: we all miss her
I turned around
Me: Spencer
Spencer: I thought you'd be here
Me: I can't do it anymore
Spencer: come on let's go to my house.
When we got to her house we went to her room. I sat on her bed sitting against her pillows.
Me: Spenc I can't do this anymore
Spencer: you can do this you can't let them get their satisfaction
Me: I'm failing all my classes I can't focus. It's getting worse and worse everyday. Dylan knows what's going on at school. My mother doesn't care and I'm terrified to go home my dads living there now.
YOU ARE READING
Another empty bottle
Roman pour AdolescentsHi, I'm Hannah Baker and this is my story.
