left for sorrow (Shawn Mendes)

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I lay in bed with my eyes open. They feel so heavy but I can't seem to go to sleep even though I took my pills.Giving up,I get up from my bed,and check my clock.It's 9 am on a Saturday. Summer has finally started.I walk out my room to hear chatter down stairs.I follow it entering the kitchen to see my parents already up they get quiet when I walk in usually not something good.

"Morning"I say breaking the silence.

"Morning. How was your sleep?" dad asks shoving pancakes in his mouth .

"How many do you want?" mom also asks flipping a pancake.

"One is fine" I say sitting down "and good I guess"I lie.I didn't sleep at all.

"One? Are you trying to starve yourself emma?" mom asks concerned.

"Mom i'm just not that hungry" I respond,and she hands me a plate with syrup silence taking over as I eat my pancakes losing my appetite halfway.I get up to throw it away.

I hear my mom sigh before she says "sit down please. we need to talk" I place my plate in the sink,and sit down confused.

"Your mom, and I talked."dad starts

"About?"I quickly ask playing with my necklace, the one my sister gave me the christmas before she died.I play with it when I feel anxious or I am feeling a weird way.

"We think it's best if you" mom pauses trying to find the words to say something "if you go stay at a place where they will help you recover,and move on with a happy life" she finally says.I drop my hand staring at her blankly in disbeliefe.

"You're joking right" I finally say.

"We aren't. We think it's best.We are so worried about you emma." dad tells me and i stare at him angerly.

"This isn't helping me! Taking me to to some place I don't know won't help me, taking me far from you won't help at all.I need you guys" I say getting up the tears threatning to pour down like a waterfall.

"Being with- being home isn't helping because it's been months,and you're still stuck." mom says aggravated but hurt as she speaks.

"You can't do this. You said we were gonna talk this isn't talking, this is you guys telling me i'm going somewhere without asking for my opinion"

"Well what is your opinion?" mom asks crossing her hands over her chest.

"It's not fair.I don't wanna go" i respond annoyed and hurt

"Well you are going you need the help emma" i look at dad whos quiet

I point at myself "I need help? I'm not the one who is perfectly fine after having a daughter kidnapped,and killed "

"I'm not o-"

i cut mom off"You act like it never happened. as if she was never here. You act okay,and I don't understand how so if someone needs help it is you mother"I blurt out knowing i'm crossing the line but im upset.

"You're going,and thats final!" she shouts "so start packing" I flinch,and run up the stairs. I walk in my room slamming the door behind me. Frustrated,I grab my lamp, and slam it across the wall,and cry.I cry because I haven't been happy ever since I lost my sister. I cry because i'm living a hell everyday knowing the person is still out there.