Diary of a Teenage Outcast

Chapter 3- Unanticipated events

"Great , its Tuesday" my mum said unhappily, she always hated Tuesdays because she had to drag me to therapy. She hated taking me to therapy, hell, she hated taking me anywhere. Then again, who could blame her? No one wants to have a daughter who cuts herself.

So I got up, got dressed, and proceeded to walk to the car. It was fairly warm outside, because of last night, I wouldnt be able to wear shorts for a while. It was april here in florida and I was the only person wearing long black jeans. As if that didnt stand out enough, walking with a woman who looks like a drugee captures even more attention.

As soon as we got to the therapist's office, my mum stopped at the front pushed me out of the car, and drove off like she normally does. the way my therapy goes is I talk to the therapist about the past week, about how ive been feeling, and if anything is stressing me. My mum hated to sit in on my thetapy sessions, because " If I cant understand you then the therapist's words wont matter."

So the session lasted about an hour or so, then it was over. It went on as it usually did and nothing was different about it; But when I stood outside to go to my mum's car, she wasnt there. I waited about ten minutes, and when she didnt come I tried calling her, only for the call to go straight to voice mail. It didnt normally end up like this , so I was a tiny bit worried that maybe she finally just got tired of me and left forever. By now it was 1 pm and the office closed at 3 pm so I figured I would just wait.

An hour later, the office got a call, and they motioned me over and handed me the phone. "Hello?" I said, slightly nervously, "Ah,yes, Kara Williams? This is officer Smith. Your mother was involved in an accident and, how do I put this...., your mother didnt survive the crash. I've notified your father and he has agreed to take care of you. He'll be there in a few minutes to pick you up. I'm so sorry for your loss , Ms. Williams."

I dropped the phone, stunned and surprised, and wondered for a moment if this was actually happening. My mum was dead...and the dad that didnt want me because of my problems is taking me in. The lady sitting next to me asked me what was wrong, but as I opened my mouth to speak, everything started spinning and then went black.

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When I came to, it was 9 pm, and I was laying on my bed. My dad, if you could call him that, was sitting next to the bed, asleep. I opened my mouth to speak, then shut it. I didn't know how to speak, or what to say. I poked his shoulder until he woke up, and he sat up and stretched for a moment. He looked a lot better now, he looked healthy, fit, and fairly content. " Its been a while , hasnt it,Kara?"

"Y-yeah, it has....," I said absently. My mind wasn't focused at all, and I couldnt process what was going on at all. "So...um....are we going back to where you live? Should I start packing my things?" I had no idea where he lived, I didnt even know if it was in state or not. "Yeah, you should start packing your things. I live in wilmington, so we'll be taking a taxi to the airport and flying back." North Carolina?! That seemed so far away....but then I remembered: no one would miss me. "Okay, ill go ahead and pack my things." My dad walked into the kitchen and sat down on a bar stool next to the counter. "Just dont take too long, we have to catch our flight at midnight." I looked at the clock and realized i only had an hour and a half to pack. "Well, let's do this,shall we?"