I get home at six. I unlock my door and walk into the silent, dark house. My stomach growls so I walk to the lonesome kitchen and search the bare fridge. Just as I expected we barely have any food. I grab an apple, a knife and jar of peanut butter and head to my room. I open my door and sit on my bed when there's a knock and my mom peeks her head in. We stare at each other silently for a minute then she says "You're home."
"Mmhmm"
"How was your day?" She asks even though she already knows the answer.
"The usual." I reply.
"Hmm." She turns around to walk away. We barely speak to each other now. It's like we forgot how, so it's always silent except for the thundering noise of my thoughts overcoming my mind.
"Wait," I call out, "do you want to sit with me? I can go to the kitchen table if you rather sit in there."
"Oh um..."
"Please?" I beg her with my lonesome eyes. I need to talk to someone. Anyone. About something.
"Maybe later...I have some bills to pay."
"Sure." I say with an edge in my voice, suddenly angry. Of course she's not going to sit with me. Of course I shouldn't have even bothered.
"Look-" she starts.
"Forget it." I spit, "I should've known the answer."
She opens her mouth as to say more, but instead shuts it without another sound and my bedroom door closes quietly behind her. I hear her lock herself in her room. I sigh and shrink back into my lonely, uncomforting bed.
Always alone. I think to myself. Always to quiet.
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Save Me From Myself
Novela JuvenilI haven't posted anything yet, but this is a story about a girl who has to overcome her depression and I decided not to add any romance as her "savior" because in the end you need to help yourself. Everyone needs someone to rely on, but you can't so...
