A Flair For The Dramatic

19. im okay

Kellin's pov

I may be depressed (well I don't know it's not like I got a doctor to tell me that I am) but I dont want to die. Dying isnt appealing to me. Well being dead doesn't sound bad but the actual dying part scares me.

So when my dad starts playing chicken with a eighteen wheeler I'm terrified. I'm scare and my mother's cussing and yelling makes it so much more surreal. I grip onto my phone and shut my eyes. Honking and shooting fills my mind and tears spill out of my eyes.

I feel us turn and the honking leaves but the horse screaming and cussing doesn't stop. I open my teary eyes to see my mom unbuckling. "PULL THE FUCKING CAR OVER!" My mother screams.

When my dad doesn't respond she opens the door and jumps out of the moving car. My heart stops and my eyes widen. My dad is instantly pulling over. He jumps out and starts running back to his wife.

I get out but run the opposite way. I can't deal with that. That couldn't have happend.

Did my mom just kill herself?

My heart aches and after a while so do my legs. I cant breath and I end up throwing up. I dont know where I am and I want to go home.. but do I even have a home now?

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I go behind a store and cry my eyes out. I'm at least 2 hours away from home. We were going to visit my cousin but that didnt happen..

I'm scared and I'm alone. I scratch at the red lines on my wrists opening them back up. Blood starts leaking out of my body. Fleash.. I hate my skin. It's dark now and my phone is dying. I dont want to die or anything like that so with a scratchy throat and blurry eyes I call alan.

"Hey Kellin, what's up?"

"I-im scared," I cry. This is the first time I've ever cried to Alan.

"Where are you? Are you okay?" He says starting to panic.

Am I okay?

I choke on my sobs and grit my teeth. My clenched jaw and so are my hand. I can't talk I'm having an anxiety attack and I cant force out information.

I hate this...

Oof...

What do you think?

Theorys?