Outbreak

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

My mom told me that he was diagnosed with fibrolameller. I asked if it was serious and she said deadly. I asked her if he will make it threw and the doctors told me theres a 1 percent chance. I didnt know how to feel. Stay sad or let the anger building up inside from what he did to us and take control. I turned around and walked out. I shut the door and sat down on the floor in front of it.

I had just found out the guy of my dreams is in love with me then i find out that my dad is dying. I cried with anger. I saw the doctor coming back down the hallway. I sprang up and asked him if my dad would make it threw. He shook his head. I cried even more, like seriously someone get me a water jug and lets see if i can fill it up in less than an hour.

I walked back into the room and tried to control my anger and let my sad side come out. I walked toward my dad and picked up his hand. It was cold. His breath was cold. Everything about him seemed to be dying. I kissed him on the cheek not saying a word and left the room. I felt bad but at the same time there was no way i could forgive him.

The next day at school everyone said i had an attitude and was acting like a total bitch. Me and my mom had gotten into a huge fight about me not saying goodbye to him last night. Everything was just turning downhill for me.

I went to my room and sat on my bed with a pillow over my face. I walked into the bathroom and took out my makeup. I put black nail polish, lipstick, and eyeliner on. I then scurried through my draws searching for black clothing. I got black pants and a black hoodie. I put the hoodie over and went to sleep. I was in dipression.

The next day at school while wearing my black outfit i was invited to a party.

That night at the party everyone was dancing and drinking. I knew it was illegal but i didnt want to be anywhere else. Someone came up to me with a bottle of alcohol. "Take it!" they said. I thougth for a moment. I needed something to take my mind off of these things. I took it and chugged. Then next thing you know i was taking more.

When i got back to the hotel i vomited my brains out. I started to cry thinking this isnt me. I walked to the kitchen grabbed a knife and slit myself right there across my wrist. It hurt so bad but made me dizzy forgetting all of my troubles.

The next afternoon after school i went to hangout with another group of kids that were dressed up like me. If your wondering where Allie was she was out probably staying above the influence. Me on the other hand i was smoking, and doing crack in less than an hour.

Everything was changing for me.

Days and months passed by until my mom found some marajuana in my backpack. "What the hell is this doing in your bag. I know this isnt like you. Where is the old Emma?"she said crying. "Everything has changed. I finnally happy for once and you, you just keep ruining it."I told her. She looked at me and then walked out the room. She yelled back "Your sorry ass is going to turn out some whorey prostitute on the damn streets you keep this up Emma. I raised you better. For damn fucking sure i raised you better. Hell! I will be damed to let my fucking daughter be changed by these damn no good emos."

I huffed out a smoke from my cigarette not caring what she said. I was so high i couldnt even think straight. Everything was going wrong for me.

Suddenly the phone rang it was joe, but i didnt want to answer because i was high at the moment.