_____________________ is suffering of depression and feels like suicide is the only solution. She is transferred to a new and private school and makes enemies instantly. She hopes to find friends and get better but events make hope disappear. But as...
When I get home, my sister doesn't waste time to hug me. Not in the mood to answer her questions, I try my best to not scream at me. SUCH A PAIN! WHY DID I HAVE TO HAVE SUCH A CHEERFUL AND SOCIAL SISTER?!
" ____________, you're back! How was therapy?"
I push her aside gently and walk toward my room. She looks at me worried and tries to hug me once more. It seems I'll have to be direct with my little sister after all. I love her and all but with therapy making me get in a mood even I can't stand, I'm not tolerant enough right now for my sister.
" Go away, Lily."
" Oh, I'm sorry."
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She goes away and I head to my room. After I enter my bedroom and start with my homework, someone knocks on the door. This is just irritating. I guess life wants me to practice more and more my lies and manipulation. I stay silent for a few minutes but the soft knocking continues. I'm not in the mood to lie and put on a fake smile right now.
" Who?"
" Who do you think, young lady?"
The voice of my mother is full of sarcasm and I can't help but laugh. Ah, I guess my mother found out the depressed child returned home. She always does this when she wants to know some gossip or will order me to eat. Either one is hard. I am not popular and eating is hard. Food does not enter my stomach well.
Maybe if I don't talk for a few minutes, she'll leave. I wait for a few minutes but she continues to kick on the door. This time knocking harder, she continues to wait for me to let her in. Oh well. It seems I have no choice but to let my mother in after all.
"Come in."
She sits on the bedside edge and stays silent. Grinning from ear to ear, she looks at me without talking and waits for something. After three minutes, she is doing the same thing and I can't stand being stared at. She wants something and it's better to get to the point before she asks herself.
" What are you curious about, mother?"
" What makes you think I didn't come here to simply talk to you?"
" The point?"
" Of what?"
" The point?"
Sighing, as if to realize that I will not be tricked, she takes a deep breath and asks her question.
" So, how was therapy? I heard the driver say you finally spoke more words than the usual."
REALLY! SHE ACTUALLY WENT FROM HELPING, MY SISTER, LILY, TO ASK HOW MY THERAPY SESSIONS WENT! WHAT A PAIN! I CAN'T BELIEVE I WILL HAVE TO LIE AGAIN! I HAVE SCHOOL AND BULLIES ALREADY! THE STUPID THERAPY SESSIONS! I WILL MURDER SOMEONE ONE DAY! Calming down, I answer in the calmest voice I can master in my anger.
" So?"
" I'm happy you're finally opening up to someone."
