𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 ║ mihael k.

𝐈.

❝ 𝐈 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇É𝐑È𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ❞

I can hardly make out what my parents and the officer at the door are discussing, and my anxiety only increases with every passing moment.

'What could they be discussing? Is it about me? Could I just be overreacting?' I have so many questions, and I'm so confused.

For a few days now I've been talking to my neighbor, who is my friend's mom, about how my parents have been treating me since I can't confront my parents.

They'll only yell at me about how I should be grateful for what I have. They'll tell me about how everything is fine with me, and how I have no right to be upset. I tell her how my mom's mental health has been declining, and she's had no time to care for me.

I've begun to notice my neighbor has been asking me more personal and concerning questions nowadays. She's been oddly concerned about my issues at home.

I don't mind it, but maybe that's it. I told her not to tell anybody and that I was fine, but she called the police anyway.

Maybe I'm not fine, but I don't want anything bad to happen to my parents.

I continue to look down the staircase from my bedroom, and all of a sudden, my mom slams the front door as the officer starts to walk inside the house.

"[Name]! Come downstairs!"

The adrenaline begins to rush through my body. Was I right? That doesn't matter right now, I need to go downstairs before they start to scream at me.

I make my way down the steps, palms sweating and hands trembling. My heart feels like it dropped into my stomach, It makes me want to puke.

Both my dad and mom were on the couch, waiting for me. They weren't expressing it physically or verbally, but I could tell they were absolutely livid.

The officer stood tall next to the couch. The officer then walked over to me and pulled me to the side. The silence rang in my ears for a good minute until the officer tried speaking to me.

What the officer said to me only fell on deaf ears. I wish I could remember what he said, but the more I try to remember, the more about this memory I forget.

I can't get the words out. This is what I want, right? As long as I tell them, I'll be free. So why can't I speak? I looked at my mom, who was was giving me a look I knew all too well. 

...

 Damn.

I can't exactly remember what happened after that, or remember it well in that matter. But all I know is that is how I got where I am right now.

End of flashback.