"Dad say something!" I yelled to my dad sitting inches away from me.
"It's for the best." He said in a small voice.
"It was her! That were-bitch! I am not insane!" I yelled looking at my evil mother.
"Look, sweety we want you to get better." Her dad pleaded with me as I screamed bloody murder.
"It was a one time thing! I don't really wanna kill myself. Dad please." I said with a whimper hot tears streamy down my face.
"Enough. Fiona go to your room and start packing." My mom barked.
"It's Frankie! And what the hell do I pack safety scissors to escape."
"You'll need clothes."
"Great! I'm going to hotel crazy." I spat walking off.
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I barely had enough to fit in a back bag a suitcase was just unneeded but my mom insisted.
The drive from my small town of Broadway, New Jersey to big time New York was just bitterness. The awkward silence, my mom's shit radio taste, and the worst my remorseful father.
I was eight when the tables turned and my mom took control of my small family. My father got into an accident and was left handicapped. His body completely paralyzed from the waist down.
My mom now drives the car, drives my father's mind, and drives me off a cliff.
We finally stopped in front of a large hospital looking facility. I opened my door getting out grabbing my suitcase.
Great I downgraded from a one story house to a fucking hospital.
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Insanity
Teen Fiction"What is a normal person?" I asked thinking back to my therapy session. "An unreal idea." Ian said bluntly. "Not us." Chelsea laughed. "Something rational." Luke shrugged. "So that makes us...irrational realistic ideas." I said with a weak smile. Ia...
