part
17. The rest of the car ride to Redbrook I was
holding back tears which burned my eyes. Max slept for the whole 15
minutes and my father just texted the whole way there, which made
me nervous. What if we crashed? What If my life suddenly ended?
What if I lost max? All of these “what if” questions
kept forming in my head but I forced the thoughts away since I
needed to focus on the present. At least that’s what a lot of
people have told me. “Don’t look back on the past or
worry about the future, just think about what’s going on now
in the present” was what Zach had once told me. Sadly, right
now that wasn’t possible. Instead of straining myself with
all of these painful thoughts, I slept for the next 5 minutes. I
awoke when my dad opened the car door and I fell onto the ice-cold
pavement of his driveway. “Get off the ground winter!”
my dad yelled at me. I slowly lifted myself from the ground and
dusted the gravel off my pants. To save myself from further
conflicts with my dad, I brought my bags inside my new house. I
walked inside and dropped my bags on the floor heavily at the sight
of the inside of my dad’s house. It was amazing, granite
counters, flat screen TVs, and wide-open space. Breaking into my
thoughts about the beautiful city town house, my dad came through
the door and shoved me out of the way. “Go put your bags in
your room Winter! I’m very stressed right now so just get out
of my face before I slap you!” my father screamed at me. I
quickly ran up to a room that looked like it would be mine and
dropped my bags. Before I did anything else, I took out a razor
from the side pocket of my bag and dragged it across my wrist 2
times. I would do anything to myself to help distract myself from
my severe emotional pain. I couldn’t take this anymore. Zach
hated me, my mom doesn’t want to take care of me anymore, and
my father hates me. Hot tears spilled from my eyes and ran down my
face. I lifter the razor and stabbed it into my arm. I screamed
from the pain for a second but then felt calm watching the pools of
blood pour down my arm. I didn’t care. There wasn’t
much to care about anymore. Not even my
life.
part 17. The rest of the car ride to Redbrook I was holding back
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