The Broken

Chapter 22: Stress and Depression

Chapter 22

Amy’s P.O.V.

The room sets dimly like a frozen scene. Ameerah is fast asleep with Rab sitting at her side with a hand on hers. The day was long as they tried to patch up their friendship and from last time, in my opinion, Ameerah’s improved big time. I sigh. Rab’s not going to stay here forever, what happens when she’s gone? How am I going to keep my sister sane? I look out to the window seeing the street below us and street lamps lighting the way. Cab drivers still work at this time I guess. I then turn back to see Rab and Ameerah. They’ve had a rough day...

I tiptoe out of the room making sure to make no sound when I will shut the door. Victory! With not much time in my hands, I run to the other room where Khaleeshia is. She’s been asleep for two days now since the last time she woke up. Sadly, she came from a horrifying dream earlier today. I didn’t see everything but I did hear her screams. She was so loud it scared me. I never heard her scream like that and I never want to hear it again. Its saddening and horrifying. Eventually, they had to drug her till her parents came back. That time was really a bad time to wake up. Mr. and Mrs. Wilson were pushing past crowds as they tried to get out or get in the hospital due to the attention. Apparently, Jim Tred Wilson, the world’s favorite author is Khaleeshia’s father and his amazing famous interior designer wife, Cherry Ann Bernard Wilson is her mother! Cameras would flash at them and try to get in to get a glimpse of Khaleeshia. Apparently, they never knew she existed till the word got out of her being drugged. No one knows how but it did.

Slowly, I peek inside Khaleeshia’s room. My heart stops as I see the amazing Jim Tred Wilson sleeping on the couch. Aw, he’s so adorable! Stop it, Amy, stop it! That, right there, is your friend’s dad. You can’t just call him adorable! I roll my eyes and decide that its best for me to get out of here before I ‘fan-girl’ all over him.

I call a cab not knowing if I should have told Rab of where I am to go. Of course she’d ask why, where and who I’d be visiting but those are questions I can’t answer. A taxi drives up to the curb to pick me up and drive me back home. The drive was quiet but quick enough to make me look at the road with an empty mind. I paid the driver good money before rushing inside the house to collect my stuff. Going back and forth is such a waste of gas so I decided its best that I pack for Ameerah and myself since I don’t think she’s getting out so soon.

The streets in my neighborhood darken with the night that sends chilly winds against me as I walk out of the house to visit my mum. During my simple saunter, I debated whether I should tell her about my mum about Ameerah or not. Would it hurt to die not knowing or will it be less of a burden if I’ll never tell her? My thoughts have not been answered when I step closer to the door. I sigh. She’ll know eventually… I think. Crystal opened the door as usual but something in her face told me she knew something I didn’t. Maybe my own face gave it off.

I enter the house not understanding the mental tug to stay behind instead entering my mum’s room. Crystal waits behind me watching my back and waiting for me to go inside my mum’s room like how I usually do. But this time, I turn back to look at her. There she stands waiting patiently for me. Unlike the usual, she didn’t call out or tell my mum I’m here. Does she know? “Crystal, what’s going on?” I asked unsurely not really wanting to know but having the need to know. “Is my mum…”

Crystal blinks for a few moments before taking in what I asked. “No, no, no, your mother is doing fine.” She said quickly. “Its you who’s not.” Mumbled Crystal not wanting me to hear her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Should I? If I can’t tell my mum at least Crystal knows. Or maybe this is too personal for me to tell her. I sigh, “I’ve got a lot of problems lately.” Simple and broad, I guess that’s enough for her. “Is she improving?” I asked changing the subject quickly.