Today was like any other. Not much happens anymore since that day.
Nico wrote down in her journal.
"Nicole, come eat!" Her dad yelled. Nico rolled her eyes. She walked downstairs.
"It's nico, Dad." She said.
"Nico? Still?"
"It's my name Reginald." She said. He looked at her with wide eyes.
"You call me by my birth name. I return the favor." She said and sat down. She played with her food and walked back upstairs.
Her hand ran along the wall lined with pictures of her and her brother. Then she ended up in his room.
She quietly entered and sat on his bed and wrapped herself in his favorite jacket.
"I miss you." She said. "Things have been really hard since you left." She said and a tear rolled down her face. "Mom's an alcoholic. Dad is annoying and I am feeling like I'm slowly losing myself."
"Get down here!" Her dad said. Nico dried her tears and built up the wall again.
"What do you want?" She said.
"You're going to see a therapist."
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"You think I haven't noticed that you haven't eaten anything in days. I'm worried about you." He said.
"Why can't you just leave it be?"
"You've changed nico." He said.
"You called me nico." She said.
"Listen,You have become a completely different person. You used to be loud and cheerful. Ready to explore the world and love every second of it. But now you are killing yourself. So please. Go to the session. If not for me, do it for him."
Nico felt a tear roll down her cheek. She quickly dried it.
"Fine." Her dad pulled her into a hug. She was stiff at first but gave in and hugged him back tightly.
