𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐋. | mattia polibio

three.

evelyn's pov.

today marks 2 years since i lost my mother due to a successful suicide attempt, and me and my father always visit her grave to drop off some flowers and watch the sunset together as a family. it feels weird without her actually here but this is the closest thing we'll get to family time.

once the sun set, mi papa told me go in the car since he was going to speak with my mother about his personal life that he doesn't want me knowing about. "that's weird, we always talk to her together." i thought.

"va bene se vado a casa a piedi?" (is it okay if i go walking home?) i asked. he nodded to my question and pointed to the exit of the cemetary. i rolled my eyes and ran my way to the open gate.

i put on the black cardigan i had in my left hand and pulled it over the front part of my body, crossing my arms to attempt to warm up my body. luckily, we only lived 15 minutes away from the cemetary so it wasn't a very long walk. as i walked through the neighborhood, trees swung left and right, whistling soft songs through the wind.

leaves floated throughout the cold air and landed on the floor, being crushed by the black and white vans i had on. eventually, i made it out of the quiet neighborhood and continued to walk in downtown jersey city. it was loud, but not as loud as it usually is.

it surprised me somehow, knowing how hype and groundbreaking it can get. i looked around and saw people in stores, smiling and enjoying that they have in front of them. a smile tugged at my face as i noticed a little girl walking with her mom, sharing a popsicle they bought at the liquor store across from me.

oh how lucky that girl is, i hope she loves her mother as much as i loved mine. i snapped back into reality when i bumped into a tall man that was on a phone call. "i'm so sorry, sir." i blurted. he just stared at me and continued walking.

i looked back at him and waited for a responce, but didn't recieve one. i rolled my eyes and continued to walk under the light green trees that were planted alongside of the road. and before i knew it, i made it home to my dad passed out on the couch.

i smiled and grabbed a light gray blanket to warm him up while he sleeps. i checked the time and saw it was just 9:30. "so damn early." i mumbled.

i looked over at the counter to find a pay check with my name on it from the national suicide hotline. i grabbed it and glanced at the amount i got, $200. i folded it and put it in the envelope to cash it out at the bank tomorrow.

i started working there a year ago, when i was 15. my therapist suggested it since i wanted to help teens and adults surpass a time in their life that engulfed pain and suffering, and prevent them from doing something that has traumatized me since the age of 13. i've met some amazing people on there, just have the tendency of being rude to cover up the pain they suffer from.

i quickly snapped out of my thoughts when i heard my dad flip to his other side and continued sleeping peacefully. i let out a huge huff and bit my lip in desperation to find something to do. i let out a quiet groan and decided to just sleep my boredom out.

i turned off all the kitchen lights and went to one of my favorite places, my bed room. i face planted on my bed and felt the cold touch of my silk sheets. i quickly ran to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, skipping my skin care routinr since i was too lazy to even grab the bottle across from me. (lazy ass .-.)

the skin tight jeans i had on were then taken off and replaced by nike sweat pants and the white tube top that was hugging my chest area was replaced with a tank top and a hoodie that represented the highschool i attended. i turned off the fairy lights i had on and dozed off in a snap.

howd you like this .-. ?
-luci🤍