Chapter 5
After 2 months in rehab they thought that I did not do drugs and I should go home I got on my plane back home. “Hey is that seat taken” a boy around my age says to me “ummm I guess no its not” I say. As he takes the seat I plug in my iPod, earplugs, start to listen to my playlist, and read a book on my kindle. We get there in about 5 hours the boy sitting next to me also got off I could not believe he lived here to I had never seen him before. I walked to see if my mom or dad was here but I found someone even better my bestfriend. I ran up to her and said “What are you doing here” she hugged me and said “My parents let me come back to see you they even said I could move in” I was so happy I wanted to scream but I didn’t of course. We left the airport “So your parents told me what happened I don’t think you were doing anything” I looked at her and said “that’s why you’re my bestfriend and I wasn’t doing anything they were just mad because after you left I didn’t go to school I went to the park and I came home later and came in mad shut doors really hard and I even”- I had stopped right there she looked at me as if I should be hit. “Xela you had better not been cutting yourself again” I lifted up my pant leg and she had almost hit me “why would you do this to yourself again are you crazy”. We were at my house before I got out I said “I was in pain I wanted to feel better not feel like that anymore and it helped me ok I already have them yelling at me I don’t need you to either” then I got before she could say anything.
