~Trauma~ The unspoken words held the most painful Feelings of their heart. ~ Lonely Bird ~ ~ ~ ~A couple of days have passed since I talked to Carter regarding his odd behavior. While working on the project, I've tried as hard as I can to pin down my concerns even though it's killing me inside. He's been distant, and always in a hurry to go somewhere. He barely looks at me when he's talking to me nor does he pay much attention to his surrounding. He's simply unbothered about what's going on around him including the project we've been working on for weeks. I wonder what's wrong with him. Upon quenching my thirst, I put my glass of water down and prop my chin in my palm as I start to scroll through Instagram with my elbow resting on the island. With high school coming to an end very soon, I can't help but wonder what I'm going to do during sum
~When God Made You My Mother~ When God made you my mother He knew who I'd need When he picked you from the others He could already see ~ Riley Roth ~~~~With her hand in mine, I keep up with the nurse's pace as they lead her to a wardroom on a stretcher. Tears are streaming down my face and I'm praying so hard that she'll wake up, that she'll be okay and we'll go back home and I'll prepare her a nice meal. When we reach the entrance, I'm prohibited from going further so I stand back and wrap my arms around my body as I watch them disappear. I feel an arm wrap around me and it doesn't take me long enough to realize that it's Ryan's. My mind's been so lost in the chaos I forgot for a moment that he is here. "She'll be fine," he says softly against my hair as he gently strokes my arm.When my mom collapsed to t
~Her~ I'd tell you I love you a million times Say that I'm sorry if I made you cry Could never be half the woman even if I tried But I'll try, I swear I'll try ~ Anne Marie ~~~~"Is she alright?" I urge both Mrs. Miller and the doctor to speak up and their expressions are still as confusing as they were moments ago."Honey," Mrs.Miller speaks softly, "Your mom is alright," she adds and these last words fill like a soft breath easing the pain on my wounds. "So, what was wrong with her? Why did she faint?" I question. The thickness of the suspense that hovered above us is gradually dissipating, and given their expressions that I'm starting to make out, I'm hoping it's nothing serious. "Well," the doctor speaks, "The reason your mother lost consciousness was that she had low levels of sugar in her
*** The house is filled with vociferates and yelling from both of us, broken glasses are on the floor and things are scattered all over the place. Dismayed by the whole situation, I'm lost for words; my heart's beating out of my chest and it seems that none of us are bothered about the mess we've made. I'm surprised by how the neighbors can't hear us, we have never had such an intense altercation and I'm so apprehensive about one of us ending upphysically hurt. I'm sitting on the white marble floor in the corner of the dining room, a space so open you can see the door to the living room, I'm sobbing helplessly while gripping my front hair as I rock back and forth with my head facing the floor. Mascara is smudged under my eyes and I couldn't care less about the snot dripping from my nose. I feel drained and hopeless and with the little dignity I have left, I should be walking out that door, but how am I t
*** How disgusting of him to pull up such a move! I scrub my lips and rinse my mouth a couple of times. Still standing in front of the mirror, I struggle to erase the lines on my forehead. With every blink I make, flashes of what happened earlier appear. I can't erase it, I can't erase the memory. I glare at the mirror and all I can still see is him, from the time he put his hand on my face to the time he brushed his lips against mine, thankfully I didn't let him go that far but it still felt like a kiss, a kiss I didn't consent. So much resentment was brewing up inside me I stormed out of the mall without waiting for Tessa or thinking twice about how insane I was looking, I just wanted to get out of there, far away from him. Upon getting home, I was enfolded in silence. The house was empty, and I assumed mom was still at work, I can't imagine what her reaction would have been if she saw me like this.
*** "Watson!" Carter yells from behind. Ignoring him, I roll my eyes and increase my pace to try and get away from him. When he matches my pace, I hear his feet stamping on the ground and as soon as he catches up with me, I give up and turn around to face him. When he leans against the wall, he slightly curves forward and clutches his stomach while trying to catch his breath. "Jeez,Watson. You're training for a marathon or something?" He pants. "What do you want Carter?" I scowl at him and looking impatient as always every time I'm around him. How he still talks to me despite the I don't like you signs I've given him is still a mystery to me. How many more signs does one need in order to understand? "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed, again." He comments faintly but audible enough. When I arch my eyebrow in response, he notices and his tone declines right away, this time sounding polite. "S
***House is cleaned, and the dishes are washed. Perfect. Knowing mom won't be back anytime soon I lock the door and head upstairs.It gets lonely most of the time when mom is working late. She does the most to take care of others and yet doesn't pay attention to her own needs and honestly, I'm worried for her. Pulling a note from the drawer, I stare at it for a while, contemplating whether or not I should call her Chief Nursing Officer. I have the power to call him but as always, I'm indecisive.Heaving a sigh, I pace around the room as the nerves fire off in my body. With these white walls surrounding me, I feel like I'm drowning in a state of panic I might lose the serenity of my mind. Maybe I should call him and end this once and for all, but what will happen to mom? I can't, I can't put her through this, no I need to find another solution.When the waves making vigorous troubled motions in my mind finally
***I stay quiet in my seat and stare closely at the clock on the wall that's been ticking, it's 7 pm already and Mom should be back by now. It's not odd for her to be working this late but she usually calls to inform me about it.My anxiety level's increasing with every minute that goes by without a word from her. Curling up in a ball, I tug my fleece up to my chest. Calming my restless heart is certainly not my area of expertise but there's nothing else I can do other than wait.My phone flashes and instantly, I pick it up. Upon reading a message from Mom, I heave a sigh of relief. Well, at least she texted. Mom, "Don't stay up late waiting for me I'll be home in an hour, just make sure to lock up everything alright? Call me if anything."Being home alone most of the time is nothing new, with mom working all the time, it gets lonely at times, and sometimes it's scary. As safe as my neighborhood is