Memories

Chapter 2:His umbrella

Well I had a big time writers block ao i hope i get inspired more i actually wrote chapter 3 but i have to type it up and im to lazy too lol but i will try so if you please will read and comment some feedback be honest though i can take it lol love you guys

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Beep...beep...beep, it was my alarm clock ringing at 6 'o clock in the morning. I quickly turned off my alarm and got out of be I walk over to my desk and saw my calender I read Monday, November 20 2010. I really did not feel like going to school I never did, I was so tired from the night I had. Why cant I just forget what happen a year ago why cant I, I though with tears filling my eyes.

"Stephanie!" My thoughts were interrupted by my mom calling me.

"Stephanie!" She screamed again, I stepped out of my room and into the kitchen where my mom was making breakfast.

"Yes mom" I said in a soft voice trying to hide my eyes so she wouldn't see my tears.

"Darling you should get ready for school or you'll be late"

"Mom" my voice was quivering "Cant I stay home from school today" She looked up and turned to me, she noticed that I was trying to hide my tears. She walked over to me and lifted my face and held my right hand with both of her hands.

"Stephanie I know that you don't want to go but you already missed a lot of days"

"I know I but I just don't want to face the people at my school"

"Honey your going to have to face them sooner or later"

"Okay" I hesitated "I'll go" My mother kissed me on my forehead and I was about to walk off when my mother suddenly asked.

"Darling have you given thought on going to therapy." I turned to look at her.

"Yes, I thought about it, I decided that I am no ready to talk to a complete stranger about what happened a year ago"

"Are you sure? This could be really helpful for you."

"Yes I am sure; now I have to go get dressed." I walked off to my room and went to my closet and I picked out a black skirt just below my knees,a white long sleeve shirt, black tights, and a black scarf. While I was getting dress I over heard my parents talking about my decision for therapy.

"What do you mean she is not ready its been over a year." said my father.

"I know but you have to understand it's not going to be easy for her to talk about what happened." said my mother.

"I just feel useless that I can't help my own daughter. She need help she wont eat, she hardly sleeps, she never wants to leave this house. It just makes me feel so incompetent" He sits down at the table.

"I know honey" She said as she was hugging him "But if she is not ready we can't force her; what good would it do to make her go if she is not ready to open about her experience."

"You're right."

"I know; eat your breakfast." Said my mother.

I stood silently in my room, I didn't know this was also affecting my parents. I got my act together and I walked out of my room.

"Mom I'll be going,Dad I'll wait for you in the car." I said

"Ummm Stephanie." he said as I was about to walk out the door. I turned around and answered.

"Yes Dad"

"I am not going to be able to pick you up today and your mother is also working late today...so will it be okay if you walk home from school today." I stayed quiet for a while and responded.