𝐷𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔.

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Tears wouldn't stop flowing down her face as she sat locked in her bathroom. Rocking back and forth on the floor, as continuous sobs and hiccups left her mouth. Today marked the date of the 13th of March, five days before her dad's birthday and just seven days before his death. It was such a dark time for her, her mind only remembering him happy on his birthday even though he looked sickly and could hardly breathe right, only for two days later for her to come home and to be told he had passed away.

The 18th and 20th held a painful spot in her heart and as the days neared closer, she couldn't help but fall back into her routine of feeling depressed and isolated from the world. Her PTSD was slowly taking over. Her father's death was defiantly traumatizing. Imagine watching the one person you loved unconditionally, slowly die in front of your eyes. Life was a bitch then, and it still is.

"Snowlene baby, please. Open the door baby." Nadia was supposed to be long gone to work but wanted to make sure her niece was okay, she woke up to Snowlene screaming,only to find out she was having a nightmare, then she locked herself in the bathroom. It's been three hours.

Chris had left for New York a few days ago, he was supposed to stay for only three days but because of delayed flights he's landing in Chicago tomorrow morning. Without the distraction of talking to him, Snow let her thoughts consume her. Once she realised she was falling back into that dark hole she desperately tried to spark conversations or even facetimes with Chris but he's been so busy to even hold a minute conversation. Snow could understand because hella fan pages were posting about how they met Chris at the meet and greets and they were posting videos of his performance. Videos of them at the mall even leaked out and before ShadeRoom could get ahold of the video, Nadia made all the websites take them down.

"Yes...Yes, she's locked in there." Nadia could be heard talking to someone over the phone." Okay. ..I'll tell her. Snow, Snow your mother is on the phone, she wants to speak with you baby!"

"N-No!" She cried. Right now, she wanted to smoke and drink this pain away...actually at this point she didn't care. Anything to take this pain away would be amazing right now.

"I know Briella...poor child. Hm?...Okay...Okay...I'll tell her...Okay bye." Nadia hangs up her phone and knocks lightly on the door." Snow...Your mother said when you can, you must call her. I'm staying home today-"

"NO!" She shouts out, wiping her face with her shaky hands." G-Go to work tía...I...I want to be alone...please..." She begged. It was silent for a few moments before Nadia sighs.

"Okay...But I'll leave work early! Please baby, get some rest and when you're ready we can talk." Her heels can be heard on the wooden floor as she walks away. Snow let's her head fall against the white cabinets as she cries silently.

When she's for sure that Nadia had left, she exits the bathroom instantly going to her draw to receive money.

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Nadia just finished her meeting of possibly producing shoes for her clothing line, preferably heels. She was now tapping away at her phone, trying to get ahold of Snow but she wasn't picking up. Nervous...She was so nervous and cursing herself for leaving her car keys and extra house keys at home where Snow can easliy take them. Nadia was afraid that Snow was going to go drink her problems away...She may have been in Chicago when this all took place, but she remebered the nights Gabriella called crying because Snowlene would disappear for days, only to come back reaking of alcohol and weed, and this was the age of fifteen. She's been doing good, but the move from Mexico to Chicago has Nadia thinking that it's triggering her depressing thoughts. Gabriella also had mentioned Snowlene's PTSD, must have been why she's been having nightmares and barely getting any sleep during this month.