Chapter 11
I came home on a Monday afternoon. The sun was already setting and a pink tint was against the clouds as my mom brought the car to a halt in front of our house. I did find it odd that James wasn’t there with us in the car, but I didn’t ask any questions. In fact I didn’t say anything at all. Throughout the entire car ride there was this awkward silence where we even tried to keep our breathing as minimal as possible, trying to conserve the quiet atmosphere. Maybe she was thinking of all the work it would be to drive me to Doctor Abby twice a week. She still wanted to see me now that I had “opened up” to her. I was thinking off all the pills that I was prescribed. I liked that idea. Maybe a way for me to get what I desired without having to lay in a pool of blood where someone could find me.