Fate II ADOPTED BY SHANE DAWSON!!

Mother

"What?" Is all Ryland can say in a small sad voice ,slowly starting to cry."Why...I-I love her, I thought you did too... she needs us."

"Shane." My silence continues."Talk to me, please. Why do you feel this way, I thought you loved her."

"I-I do"

"Then why do you have to fucking ruin our perfect family?!" I watch as Ryland throws the Taco Bell at me, tears flowing down his face."Oh, I should have known. You cant even keep up with yourself, let alone cheat on your future husband with your ex!"

My mouth falls open, how did he even know?

"Chris, is coming with me. She doesn't need a dad that doesn't care about her."

"Ryland, wait!" I say, as Ryland starts to storm out the room."You cant, you almost fucking abused her the other-"

Slam!

The noise startles me, but triggers something in me. I start to sob, losing everything. I thought I had it all under control, but I was wrong. So, so, so very wrong.

Chris

My heart starts racing, more and more, as I get closer to the house that was once my home. I used to be so happy about everything, but as soon as mom and Nicole left, I was nothing. I was depressed, and still am. On top of that, this horrible place is making me so very anxious, and I'm debating on turning around.

Except, I can't.

I miss my mother more then anything. She loved me like a mother should and taught me all the things I needed to know. She would always sit me down at least once a week to let me know how hard things can really get, especially with her case.

At that time I really had no idea what my mother was going through. She was fighting the same thing I'm trying to fight, and not once did she give up. She made sure to tell Nicole and I the importance of mental health. We just never really listened, or applied it to her situation.

My mother was suffering from severe depression, and no one new why. I remember some days we'd have our mom, and the other days was just hell trying to even get her out of bed. She was slowly dying.

There's no cars, as I expected, and there isn't any lights on either. I guess its just abandoned now.

I look around the back for any entrance that I dont have to break through to get in the house, but there are none. Its all locked up, probably to keep sneaky people like me out.

"The window it is." I pick up a solid rock nearby and smash it into the glass window multiple times. After about seven years, it finally gives way.

The house is exactly how it was when I left it, except alot cleaner. There isn't any drugs or alcohol bottles thrown on the ground like there usually was. And there is even pictures of Nicole and I hanged all over the house.

Who did this?

I know my father couldn't have, he's in jail, and my mother couldn't have either, she's been dead. So who would go through all this trouble to make this traumatic house less traumatic?

It doesn't matter, I'm here to find more about Mom's suicide.

I go upstairs to my parents room, and look into each of mom's drawers, nothing. Literally nothing at all, like someone just cleaned the whole house. I mean, I did expect it to be like this, it was looked through by the social services people.

I guess i just have this feeling that someone tried thier best to make it look right. Or to at least try to make the house look like it used to when we were all a small happy family.